Xuanyuan Que watched Ruo Xuan run off before squatting down with his small body to earnestly plant flowers. With his little mouth slightly pouted, he appeared as wronged as could be.
He had just come to a realization.
He had forgotten how narcissistic this flower was!
How could she possibly think that cats were cute or that they were pretty?
She didn't like animals; she only liked flowers, especially the Xuancao Flower.
She only thought that she herself was the prettiest and the cutest.
It must have been because someone praised cats in front of her, making her feel that everyone preferred cats over flowers, which had upset her.
After all, she had always considered herself a flower.
Xuanyuan Que squatted opposite her, took a rose twig in his little hand, and once she had inserted one, he followed suit, inserting another twig at a distance away.
The two of them took turns, one twig at a time.
Ruo Xuan was in a bad mood and, uncharacteristically, didn't speak.
