Three days later, In Royal Kindergarten.
The little children were in their garden painting class. They were allowed to choose anything from the school garden and paint it. Of course, they were just little kids of four or five years so their horrendous looking paintings would be excused.
Little Jia wanted to paint butterflies. Perhaps because there were kids outside, the butterflies were quite rare to come by.
Shen Yue looked in her direction. "Little Jia, do you have to paint butterflies? There are none over here. You can just paint flowers like me. Look how pretty my daffodils are."
Little Jia wasn't listening to her. She was looking in the distance. "Little Yue, did you see that?"
"See what?"
