"It is…" Chang Yi stuttered. The middle-aged man wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.
Until the carriage arrived in front of the tiny house, Chang Yi remained in his position. His gaze was fixed on the plants that filled the yard.
"Miss, are all those spiritual plants yours?" Li Hua asked the first time she set foot on the ground. The girl went straight to the house courtyard, her face beaming.
Xiao An Na nodded faintly.
Chang Yi, the middle-aged man, walked subconsciously until he entered the spiritual plant field. As if he did not care about the existence of the people around him.
Chang Yi slapped his face several times, and his pain implied that it wasn't all a dream.
"Is this real?" muttered Chang Yi while fingering some spiritual plant leaves.
Cit... cit... cit...
Lily jumped from Xiao An Na's arms, ran fast and entered the spiritual plant field, jumped high, and bit Chang Yi's hand.
