Mo Xuetong looked at the branch in her hand dazedly. Could this also be called a flower?
The blossoms on the branch had been destroyed by Feng Yuran's twirling earlier. There were only the yellow stamen and a few ragged petals left on the branch. It looked pathetic.
Feng Yuran took a few steps forward and turned around unhappily when he could not hear footsteps following him from behind. He saw Mo Xuetong looking at the branch in her hand with a dazed look and followed her gaze onto the destroyed blossoms. He flushed despite being shameless usually. Fortunately, Mo Xuetong did not see or discover his odd behavior.
