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 ...