Luo Mingzhu stopped and looked confusedly at Mo Xuetong’s suddenly pale face.

"Cousin Tong, What's wrong? Are you ill?"

Mo Xuetong pulled Luo Mingzhu ahead.

"No, it’s nothing. I just felt a little dizzy. I'll be fine in a moment. Second Cousin, let's go view the flower."

How had it appeared now? Had they been preparing this scheme for four years?

The flowers looked fearless, blooming brightly from the same branch into ...