Xia Pengpeng hurried to the backyard, stunned by the roses that filled the courtyard!
So lush, such a vast stretch, they almost covered the entire backyard, with vines hanging on the walls, each bloom vivid and tantalizing.
This scene was as if time had flowed backward, returning her to the childhood she remembered.
The view before her overlapped with those memories, as if adrift in a dream.
Xia Pengpeng slowly walked up and plucked a rose, taking a deep breath of its scent.
It was the fragrance of her memories.
She slowly closed her eyes.
The voice of her mother seemed to echo in her ears.
"Pengpeng, slow down, don't fall."
"Pengpeng, you're sneaking flowers again. The rose vines have thorns, be careful not to prick your hand."
Xia Pengpeng didn't want to open her eyes, longing to savor the taste of memory a bit longer.
Mu Xingye gently took the flower from her hand, smelling it briefly.
