Xiao Xiao inexplicably had a feeling... that he was about to get his wish...
Huh?
Xiao Xiao's ears twitched.
Had he...
heard something?
Xiao Xiao followed the sound.
Old Li bent down, picked up a stick of firewood from the ground, and put it into the bamboo basket on his back.
"You still want to find another flower to give to your wife..."
Old Li was very surprised.
He was both annoyed...
"You're a tourist from elsewhere."
Finally recovering, Old Li was at last able to say those two words.
"A tourist?!"
Old Li's palms were icy cold.
So he hadn't noticed the young man approaching?
In a daze, Old Li actually thought he saw the shadows moving...
He looked at the young man in disbelief.
He hadn't left either.
Three-petaled flowers.
Old Li suddenly looked toward the shadows behind the small tree.
He gave a wry smile. "Young man, you nearly scared the life out of this old man."
The small tree not far away
You can give it to your wife.
The people in this village really were all so sincere.
Old Li moved his lips.
He crouched down.
Old Li sighed.
Xiao Xiao's lips lifted slightly.
Unless it was necessary, Old Li didn't like going to the hospital. In fact, he hated it.
It instinctively didn't dare make a careless move.
He couldn't worry about embarrassing himself in front of the young man, either.
He wanted to look for any other pretty flowers...
Looking at the familiar flower in the young man's hand, Old Li instinctively glanced at the one in his own hand.
Xiao Xiao's lips curved.
Yes.
As they moved closer—
Old Li dropped onto the ground.
They gradually left the big tree behind.