"And then planted under the tree ... haha, isn't that childish?" Song Xiaotong said while blushing and laughing.
Jian Yufei felt she was a very innocent girl.
She shook her head and chuckled, "I don't find it childish at all, I think it's a great method. To bury the worries, then there will be no worries left."
"Yes, that's exactly what I believe too. Miss Jian, do you have any worries? Would you like to bury them with me?"
Jian Yufei eagerly nodded, "Sure."
.....
The two squatted beneath the tree, Song Xiaotong handed her the notepad and pen: "Just write down your worries first, then roll them up like this, wrap them with a silk thread and put them in the bottle."
"Okay. I understand what you mean."
Jian Yufei sat on the ground, put the note paper on her knees, seriously, and wrote down the things she wanted to bury.
She wrote a few notes as Song Xiaotong instructed, rolled up the note paper, tied it with a silk thread and put it in the bottle, then closed the lid.
