Li Qiyu walked into the courtyard, that small figure from her memories joyfully ran past her, shouting happily, "Wow, is this the birthday gift for me? I'm so happy! Brother, Qiyu has no home, this is my home!"
Little Qiyu's smile was bright and wide, holding the hem of her skirt as she ran along the path, like a brilliant morning sun.
"I really want a little garden, daisies, roses, hydrangeas, dandelions... I like them all! Is that okay?"
A clump of purple hydrangeas crowded around the path, stretching straight towards the little wood cabin.
It was clear that these flowers were regularly tended to, pruned, and pest-controlled; otherwise, how could they bloom so splendidly!
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Birdsong?
The door of the little cabin was ajar, and Li Qiyu pushed it open with her hand.
Even on a rainy day, the light was good, as windows on all sides filled it with brightness.
