There are two flowers, one watch for each.

While Danxuan and Fu Lingtian were fighting in the pavilion, in the courtyard of Danxuan in the pharmacy, Fu Hanyao had just finished lunch and was idling around in the courtyard.

The girl came up and looked at Fu Hanyao as if she had something to say.

Fu Hanyao frowned on his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Poor son, do you have anything to ask me?"

Poor son hesitated to nod and then shook his head again, wondering if there was one or not.

Fu Hanyao smiled better, stroked her hair on her forehead and asked softly, "Poor son, what do...