One of the butterflies landed on the girl's slender index finger, its thin butterfly wings flapping shakily under the sun.
The corners of Gu Yanfei's mouth curled up. She looked at the cats running, sleeping, or squatting in the garden and couldn't help but have a thought in her mind: Qing Guang would definitely like this place.
Crack.
A thin branch and leaf were simply cut off by the shears. The subtle sound alarmed the butterfly that stopped on Gu Yanfei's finger. The butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.
Feng Yang, who was beside her, didn't mind. As she pruned the branches and leaves of a basin of peony flowers, she explained, "If you want the peony to grow well, you have to trim the dense branches and side sprouts. The side branches have to be refined but not dense. Only then can the other branches grow stronger."
'"We have to cut off the long and broken flower buds too. This is to reduce the consumption of nutrients."
