C217 floral blooming

It had rained in the early morning. A dozen or so days ago, the rose in the corner of the wall had sprouted.

Zhong Miao Yi's mood seemed to have broken through mud as she held Aunt Sun's hand and laughed for half a day.

In the past few days, it had grown even more ferocious, as if it had used all of its previous strength to increase by leaps and bounds.

Princess Xian's stomach was almost full