"Sure!" The crown prince nodded.
This cold-blooded duo decided poor Hidden Flower's miserable fate for the next half of a month with a few words…
Ao Ye and Huifeng looked at each other and silently grieved for Hidden Flower briefly.
"Today is the Thousand Blossom Festival, so it's a rare circumstance of liveliness. Yet, this fine atmosphere was damaged," Qiao Mu musingly muttered.
The duo walked along the street, damaged pieces of flowers littered the ground without a person in sight. Everyone had probably ran home in terror already.
"Isn't this good too? You like quiet, and I like this peaceful atmosphere." Mo Lian smiled.
"Withered flowers and damaged petals everywhere," the child mumbled. She laid on the youth's shoulders and looked up at the night sky. "How ugly."
A sole ray of moonlight faintly cast down.
Mo Lian lightly chuckled and pointed up. "It's easy to see flowers. Look at that…"
