"I know, I know!" Xiao Shumiao became excited after seeing the vast sea of flowers and jumped around, raising her little hands to answer, "The language of the iris is friendship, passion, and courageous love!"
Ye Xingbei crouched down and smiled, pinching her little cheek, "How are you so amazing? You know so much!"
"It's written in the books!" Xiao Shumiao grabbed Lingyue's hand, "Brother Xiaoyue and I have been memorizing the encyclopedia lately, competing who can memorize more, memorize faster!"
Ye Xingbei smiled and raised an eyebrow, "And then?"
Xiao Shumiao pouted, "Then I lose every day, but Brother Xiaoyue said his age is one-third greater than mine, so he should memorize one-third more, so actually, it's a tie!"
Ye Xingbei smiled and tousled Lingyue's hair, thinking to himself that this was just an eight-year-old kid, really good at comforting kids!
