"Can I take them away?"

Zongxia looked at the flowers on the windowsill and asked, "I raised them, so should I take them away?"

I nodded in a big way even though I was reluctant, "take it." Anyway, it's just small flowers and grass. Although it's hard for her to water them everyday these days, since she wants to take them, take them She can give whatever she wants, as long as she keeps the moon.

after Zong Xia got the consent, he put out his white hands to hold up the flowerpot and held it in his arms. The weight was heavy, as if it were pressing on her...