“That flower was broken when he was in art class last week. He treated it like a treasure these days. He didn’t even let me touch it as his mother. He actually wanted to give it to your little girl. It Hurts My Heart.”
Lan Su had unknowingly walked to Yun Jian’s side. She shook her head and looked at Zhou Yiran in the distance with a heartbroken expression.
Although Zhou Yiran was only four years old, he had already entered kindergarten early.
He was very smart. He understood it with a little bit of effort.
That flower was made like a real flower. When Yun Jian saw the flower that Zhou Yiran passed to the little girl from some distance away, he thought it was a real flower at first glance.
They were surrounded by the coast. There were many coconut trees by the beach, and there were no flowers to fold around.
“Don’t be sad.”Yun Jian sat on a rocking chair on the beach. He pursed his red lips and curled his lips.
Lan Su thought Yun Jian was going to say something to comfort her.
