The child tossed aside the handful of multicolored flowers in his hands, then happily picked another red flower. However, this time, as soon as he finished picking it, he stopped.
He looked at the flower in his hand, seemingly deep in thought. Then he suddenly changed his approach. Instead of picking every flower he saw, he only picked those that were bright red.
Before long, a handful of fiery red flowers appeared in his small hands.
The child stared with his pair of bright, lively eyes. He looked at the flowers in his hands, then at a cluster of flowers in the distance. A hint of hesitation appeared in his shining eyes, as if he was not satisfied with what he had picked.
With a wave of his hand, he placed the flowers on a rock, then happily hopped toward the distant cluster of red flowers.
This time, he picked three flowers from the same kind of plant. Although the flowers of other plants beside them were also red, the child did not pick them.
After picking the red flowers here, the child stood on a rock, rolled his jet-black eyes, and began surveying his surroundings.
Very soon, he discovered two flowers identical to those in his hands amid a patch of flowers and grass in the distance. His little face immediately filled with delight. He climbed down from the rock and hopped toward the distant red flowers...
As time slowly passed, the child did not grow even a bit, but his movements became more agile. He no longer stumbled when running, and his body grew increasingly light. Instead of climbing up and down each rock, he could now leap directly over them.
The flowers the child picked had also been completely sorted into their respective categories. They were no