On the verge of widowhood

Yunmu quickly found an excuse to sneak out with Bingdeng Yulu, and Bai Qing led him along the way to introduce him to the strange succulents he had seen.

"This one is called brocade butterfly, also known as phoenix bird. If you plant a brocade butterfly in spring, you can harvest a lot of small brocade butterflies before autumn."

Bai Qing looked at the succulent in the shape of a wine glass with strings of red flowers growing from the bottom of the glass with great interest: "What about this one?"

Bai Zi reached out and smoothed the wrinkles on Bai Qing's collar naturally: "We also judge people by their appearance, this is called a small wine glass."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand that had just brushed off his white collar, and in his palm lay a light green fleshy rose magically.

Bai Qing's eyes lit up and he reached out to take it from his hand: "I know this, Mountain Rose, right?"

Bai Zi hummed with a smile: "Didn't you humans say that roses are a symbol of love and beauty, but the love and beauty of roses are too short-lived.

As he spoke, his lips brushed against Bai Qing's cheek and touched lightly: "And my love for Qingqing——will never fade."