"Holy f*ck! Were you the one who just spoke?" An Lin exclaimed in surprise.
An Lin looked toward the pitiful flower which had been crushed by him.
Xuanyuan Cheng and Xu Xiaolan also shuffled over and curiously sized up the little flower.
"Boo hoo… Of course it was me! Who did I offend to suffer such misfortune…"
Speaking in a tender voice, the little red flower poured out its woes.
The more An Lin looked, the more amazed he became. He squatted down and poked the little flower. "That's weird, didn't they say that spirits aren't allowed to form after the founding of the people's
"Ow! That hurts! Why are you so cruel? I feel like I'm about to die, yet you still torment me in such a way!" The little red flower wailed loudly at An Lin as it became teary with dewdrops.
