How could someone without experience easily find it?
Especially a child like Matthew.
Hannah clicked her tongue in disgust, "It's inevitably up to me."
She took Matthew's little basket from his hand, and with a flick of her wrist, dumped out all its contents.
Matthew's eyes widened, "What are you doing?"
Hannah ignored him, bent over and picked a plant at random from the pile of herbs on the ground, asking, "Do you know what this is?"
Stumped by her question, Matthew randomly grabbed a photo, his face expressionless, "Isn't it this?"
He thought he'd successfully concealed the panic and guilt in his eyes.
After all, they were all just green leaves, looking not much different.
Hannah stood up, turning the camera lens to his radiant little face that seemed to glow under the sun. It was so mesmerizing that one couldn't look away. In a casual tone, she explained, "Leaf margins wavy-toothed, leaf stalks reddish-purple, surface brownish-grey, this is dandelion."
