Chen Yang said to Guan Xiyue, "You don't need to worry about anything else, you just need to hold the Seven-colored Flower in your mouth and transfer it to Xiao Hanhan's mouth."
"Hmm."
Guan Xiyue nodded.
After making things clear, Chen Yang placed the glass bottle containing the Seven-colored Flower on the table and then opened it.
As soon as the bottle was opened, a faint floral fragrance, containing traces of cool and refreshing air, wafted out from the glass bottle, clearing the mind and refreshing the spirits.
"Wow, what kind of flower is this, it's so magical?"
Guan Xiyue's eyes lit up as she exclaimed.
Chen Yang was about to explain when he suddenly noticed that the Seven-colored Flower in the glass bottle had begun to wilt from the edges of its petals.
"How can this be?"
His expression changed, and without further thought, he snatched up the glass bottle and tipped the Seven-colored Flower into his own mouth.
