Sisi obediently sat in the child safety seat, while her father, Yun, had already pressed the start button and drove the car out of the kindergarten parking area.
"Daddy, are we going to the Flower Market to buy flowers?"
Yun was seriously driving the car, "Hmm."
Sisi, sitting obediently in the back seat, asked, "But didn't mom say you're allergic to pollen?"
"You know about that?" Amo was somewhat surprised.
"Mom never lets me keep flowers." Sisi seemed a bit aggrieved, "Mom said that daddy is allergic to pollen, will sneeze, and might get sinusitis and pneumonia. She said it very seriously. She simply doesn't allow me to keep flowers."
"...." Amo was touched.
Thinking about Qiaoqiao, she's always telling their child about his likes and habits, wanting their child to also learn to treasure her father.
And all these years, when he was not there, they could have planted flowers at home.
But at their old house and the Oriental Pearl, there wasn't a single fresh flower.
