Looking at Xiaomiao, who was reluctant to leave the mulberry forest, Lu Jingzhi casually said, "The deep mountains and old forests are sparsely populated. The hunters only hunt, many things are in their original state. There are many fruit forests, no one cares for them, they grow wildly, and the ripe fruits fall to the ground. Otherwise, they would be eaten by birds pecking at them."
With each sentence she spoke, Xiaomiao's expression grew more pained.
Lu Jingzhi had a faint smile on the corner of her lips, "You want them all?"
Second Sister can do anything— Jiang Wunian thought so when she asked this question.
She nodded like a pecking chick, but then Second Sister changed the subject, "—That's impossible, but since you like these, I can take you to see nearby. There is an apricot grove, a loquat grove, and… Hahaha, Xiaomiao, if you continue to be so sad, you'll have a heartache soon."
