C154 The Language of the Lamiana

Mu Han looked at the bag of seeds he had bought out of impulse. He wanted to throw it away, but in the end, he still put it in his bag. He would keep it. Perhaps he could give it to someone else in the future and let them plant a sea of flowers.

She was not in a hurry to get off work recently, and Lu Jingxuan rarely came to pick her up