Bai Wang took care of Zhi'er like a little sister.
He had many ideas and a passionate personality.
Soon, the two little ones became friends.
"Princess, look at this Bai Lan, isn't it beautiful?"
Bai Wang took Zhi'er to the greenhouse.
In the large greenhouse, only this one Bai Lan was cultivated.
The petals were white and soft, with a yellow stamen.
The whole flower looked tender and fragile.
Amidst the room full of greenery, there was only this one flower.
Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, "It's really beautiful."
She took small steps, wanting to step forward to see.
But Bai Wang stopped her path.
"You can't get any closer, the flowers in the manor are very delicate, the older uncles say that if flowers get too much of a human presence, they'll wither."
Zhi'er's long eyelashes fluttered, her watery black pupils were like two round pearls.
She glanced at the Bai Lan and then looked around.
The seeds that hadn't yet broken through the soil rustled with complaints—
