"I know, I know!" After seeing the vast sea of flowers, the excited Xiao Shumiao bounced around, raising her little hands in anticipation to answer: "The language of the iris is friendship, passion, and courageous love!"
Ye Xingbei squatted down and smiled as he pinched her little face, "How come you're so amazing? Knowing so much!"
"It's written in the books!" Xiao Shumiao took hold of Lingyue's hand: "Brother Xiaoyue and I have been reciting an encyclopedia lately, competing who can memorize more and faster!"
Ye Xingbei smiled and teased with an eyebrow raised: "And then?"
Xiao Shumiao pouted: "And then I lose every day, but Brother Xiaoyue said that he is one-third older than me, so he should memorize one-third more. That's why it's actually a tie!"
Ye Xingbei smiled as he ruffled Lingyue's hair, thinking that this is just an eight-year-old child, really good at comforting kids!
