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Aunt Liu listened for a while. Although she didn't know why the young lady wanted this pot of dead flowers, she helped to keep the flowers.

"Since the lady wants it, give it to me."

She took the dead Jasmine from the servant's hands, lowered her head and asked Qingqing: "Miss, where do you want to put this pot of flowers?"

"Can I put it in the room?"

"of course."

Aunt Liu held the pot of flowers and took Qingqing into her room.

After entering, she placed the flowers directly on the balcony, where the first rays of sunlight in the morning could shine in.

Then he explained to the child how to use many things in the room.

Because I had other things to do, I didn't stay with Qingqing for too long.

After Aunt Liu left, the little guy walked to the door.

After making sure the door was securely closed, she ran over to the lifeless pot of jasmine.

The balcony was a bit high, so she dragged a chair over with great effort, and after climbing up, she was finally able to touch the jasmine flowers.

Qingqing took off her shoes and stood on it. There were scars on her little hands and her fingers were soft.

She poked the leaves of the flower pot, her soft, baby voice filled with regret.

"Poor little Huahua~"

The jasmine leaf that had no vitality suddenly moved, and it happened to be the one that Qingqing touched with her hand.

It was as if he was using all his strength to respond to her words.

Qingqing stretched out her other hand, holding the drooping jasmine leaves in both hands, and a faint fluorescent green light glowed faintly in the palm of her hand.

One by one, small spots of light flew into the trunk and branches of the jasmine like fireflies, and finally disappeared and merged with it.

Two minutes later, the little dumpling withdrew his hand, his body became dazed for a moment, and he almost fell to the ground.

When she got down from the chair, her face looked paler than before, with sweat on her forehead. In a short while, she was so weak that she could not stand steadily.

But her eyes were unusually bright, like black gems that had been shone through the light, so beautiful.

On the balcony, the color of the jasmine pot seemed to have changed, and it was no longer as gray as before.

Qingqing was very tired, so she climbed onto the bed that Aunt Liu had just made and fell asleep.

She slept until lunchtime and woke up at the same big table as in the morning. Her brother had left and she was alone.

The little girl was very well behaved. Perhaps because she had passed on spiritual power to Jasmine, she ate a lot at noon.

After eating and drinking, she ran back to the room, closed the door, took off her shoes, stood on the chair, and continued her work as if she was at work.

This time it lasted a little longer, about five minutes.

After it was over, it was obvious that Jasmine had changed dramatically.

Xiao Qingqing bent down and gently kissed the flower bud, her soft, pale, and weak little face seemed to glow.

"You have to bloom soon~" Show some courage!

After talking to Xiaohuahua, Qingqing climbed onto the bed and fell asleep just like she did in the morning.

Actually, she was a little hungry, but she had already eaten a lot at noon today, so she felt embarrassed to trouble Aunt Liu.

When she opened her eyes again, Qingqing was awakened by a knock on the door.

A young boy's youthful voice came from outside the door, "Qingqing, can I come in?"

Qingqing rubbed her eyes in a daze, and when she heard the voice, her ahoge hair stood up.

It's my brother!

The little guy quickly put on his shoes and ran to open the door.

Fu Yueci held a small pink bow-shaped cake in his hand and handed it to her awkwardly.

"Hey, Aunt Liu said you were very good today. This is what I promised you."

Qingqing looked at the exquisite cake in surprise, raised her soft white face and thanked sweetly.

"Thank you brother!"

She held the little cake as if it were a treasure and placed it carefully on the table.

This was the first time she had seen such a beautiful cake, even more beautiful than the one on TV.

Fu Yueci followed her in.

After seeing the empty and monotonous room, his brows furrowed slightly.

To be honest, it's like a guest room.

He glanced at the child's happy face and frowned even deeper.

I didn't notice it before, but now I realize that this really doesn't look like a room for a little girl. I'll mention it to Aunt Liu later.

Fu Yueci's gaze swept across the room, and finally and inevitably fell on the withered jasmine pot on the balcony.

Because it's too abrupt.

He walked over and stared at it for a long time, then turned back and asked Qingqing.

"Isn't this the one that Third Brother raised? Why is it here with you?"

Qingqing clenched her hands nervously, her beautiful eyes fluttering as she answered truthfully, "Yes, a sister said she wanted to throw it away, so I came over."

Fu Yueci was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled, "It's already dead."

The little girl quickly walked over, looking up eagerly, "It's okay, brother, just let me take care of it! I like it!"

She had already begged in a low voice, what else could Fu Yueci say.

He could only nod in agreement.

Seeing the child's happy smile, his heart felt itchy as if it was gently scratched by a kitten's claws.

It's so easy to be satisfied.

Without even noticing, a faint smile crept onto Fu Yueci's face.

Seeing him smile, the little girl bravely took his hand and walked to the table, asking him to eat cake with her.

As they walked, he suddenly realized that the child's walking posture seemed to be wrong.

A little... lame.

Fu Yueci frowned, his heart suddenly tensed up, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with your foot?"