"Really not?" Chuzheng still didn't plan to let go of the Good Person Card.
Jing Po shook his little head, pursed his lips without saying anything, and his ears were already red under the hood.
Chuzheng just teased him, without really intending to do anything.
She looked towards the river surface, where there seemed to be a hint of white emerging from the green island.
Flowers blossoming?
"The flowers are blooming!"
People on the shore and the spiritual bodies looked over simultaneously.
On the green island, more and more silver-white flowers appeared, like silver butterflies.
Miao Lan murmured, "They truly blossomed..."
Jing Po's fingers involuntarily tightened, and he revealed a pair of eyes, earnestly looking at Chuzheng: "I didn't lie to you."
"Hmm." Even if the Good Person Card lied to me, it doesn't matter.
Chuzheng let go of Jing Po and walked to the edge, squatting down to extend her hand.
