Both of them had picked the flowers they wanted and returned to the foot of the slope without traversing the entire flower sea.
On the way, Shen Mo felt as if his flower was wilting rapidly. It was not an illusion; the time he passed through the woods was only a quarter of an hour, and the outer petals began to show wrinkles, no longer as relaxed as they were when he first picked it.
This was obviously not normal.
If it were in the real world, such a flower could last for at least a few hours after being picked, right?
Shen Mo glanced at Bai Youwei's lotus.
The lotus was still fine, large and full of size. Water droplets slid on the snow-white petals, shining with crystal-clear light.
Bai Youwei said, "Because yours is not thick enough."
Shen Mo: "..."
