Gu Ran walked towards the slope, and Yan Han Xiang watched him with a smile. He really couldn't help it and reached out to touch his nose.
Such an obvious gesture, unless it was after acting, only appeared on a psychologist's face for one reason: true embarrassment!
The dew on the petals in the early morning was slightly chilly, and he knocked on his bones and sucked the marrow using this bit of cold to keep himself cool.
Walking up the slope, he came to the edge of the lotus pond and looked down.
The small pond—more like a puddle—already had a few tiny lotus leaves sprouting from the seeds.
The leaves were very small, only enough perhaps for a squatting frog, but likely couldn't support the weight of a frog, so it could only house tadpoles.
Such delicate leaves that they appeared feeble, lacking the strength to stand up, thus floated on the water surface.
"Great progress," Zhuang Jing said.
"Yes," Gu Ran replied.
Before bed, there had only been little sprouts!
