C1948

"Is this grass from the grave of the Wordless Monument?" Gong Xin raised his hand and caught the small grass.

Jun Wuyi laughed: "I was sent by my grandmother to hoe grass, I thought that Xin Er was interested in this little grass, so I stayed behind."

Gong Xin crouched down and carefully placed the small blade of grass on the ground.

The grass felt sickly, as if it were dying of thirst