"What are you doing?" Yixing heard a voice he knew already. He looked up and saw the little kid he knew already and that he liked.
"I'm making a flower wreath." Yixing showed the flower he already connected and smiled when the kid sat down next to him.
"Wow, awesome, you can do that?" he asked, his eyes wide. But even more cheerful when Yixing nodded.
"My mom taught me how to do it," he said, as he was desperately trying to remember how it was done. It was before she died that they went on a picnic together.
It was such a fun day. They were having fun, playing games, and eating delicious food that his mom made. And she even taught him how to make a flower wreath.
