Snort!
Little Anning gently rubbed her trunk against He Ling, gazing at her with bright, limpid eyes. She curled up quite a few spirit flowers, her eyes sparkling like morning stars, now brimming with curiosity and delight, as if to say that she could help pick flowers too.
Her ears fluttered slightly, like two light banana leaves swaying gently in the breeze.
He Ling let out a soft laugh. One hand lightly held the straw hat her second brother had made for her, while her two braided pigtails seemed to sway with Anning's ears in the wind. She gently accepted the spirit flowers and placed them in her flower basket. "Thank you."
Snort~!
Anning's tail swayed slightly with excitement. She immediately set off with light steps, her little feet landing on the soft grass without bending a single blade, and went to help He Ling search for more spirit flowers.
With a smile in her eyes, He Ling slowly followed behind Anning. She truly liked such innocent little spirit beasts.
That was right. After Patriarch Chen Xun returned, he had simply said that he had picked up the little elephant outside. He had even stressed repeatedly that she was neither some sacred beast of heaven and earth nor a Heavenly True Spirit. As long as she could stay alive, that was enough.
How could He Ling not understand her eldest brother's temperament? That meant Anning was quite extraordinary and had to be cared for properly.
Before long, the two figures gradually vanished into the sea of flowers.
Not long after, He Ling, carrying her flower basket, and Anning appeared before the gravestone beneath the crabapple tree on the plain. Though heaven and earth had changed beyond recognition and seas had turned into mulberry fields, some bonds would never change.