C243 Give up the Flower to the Buddha and Do It Again

He slowed down his pace and walked into the kitchen. Feng Yimo looked at her apron over her head and saw she was slicing sweet potatoes. Taking away the flower in his hand, just as Feng Yimo was about to step forward, a surprised exclamation came over first:

"Sigh …"

"What's wrong?"

Taking a few big steps, he anxiously walked forward. Feng Yimo held her small hand