Qian Yixiu bent down to pat Tiaotiao, who was shaking its head and wagging its tail to show friendliness, then raised her head to look at the silhouette of her mother.
In the morning light, her mother once again stood at the courtyard door, gazing into the distance.
Since the first wildflower bloomed at the end of February, her mother had stood at the door more than she had in winter.
It was now the middle to end of March, and the wilderness was full of wildflowers. The gentle spring breeze carried the scent of flowers and grass to every corner, stirring people's hearts with restlessness. Not just her mother, but occasionally others would also stand there and admire the splashes of purples and reds scattered among the green grass.
