The light-colored silk curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, allowing no light to penetrate and making it impossible to see anyone inside.

Chaochao heard the doctor say that Yushen needed to rest.

"Miss Chaochao." A familiar, aged, and kind voice came from behind.

As soon as Chaochao turned her head, she saw Grandpa Bai carrying things and walking over with a hunched back: "Finally found Miss, is this what you left behind?"

It was her shovel and watering can!

What Chaochao had never understood before finally became clear!

So it turns out she forgot about you guys!

"Thank you, Grandpa Bai!"

The little dumpling's eyes lit up as it quickly took its lost and found friends.

"You're welcome. Chaochao must have been looking for a long time, right?"

Grandpa Bai smiled and waved his hand, his eyes looking at the little dumpling with warmth and affection.

Actually, they had long forgotten about them. The little dumpling stammered, its eyes darting around, "Um...it's okay..."

The old gardener didn't notice anything amiss. He simply chatted with the little boy for a few words in a kind and gentle manner before preparing to leave.

Chaochao looked at the green grass behind her and suddenly called out to the old man, asking in a childish voice, "Grandpa Bai, why aren't there any flowers here?"

The old man looked in the direction she was pointing and immediately understood: "Oh, this is where chrysanthemums, hibiscus, and roses are planted. They all bloom in autumn, and it's not their flowering season yet."

Chaochao didn't understand what a flowering season was. She tilted her head and gestured excitedly as she spoke, "Can they all grow at once?"

The old man chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh under the little boy's expectant gaze: "It's going to be tough."

Upon hearing this, Chaochao's excited breath immediately dissipated.

"All right."

"but……"

Upon hearing this, Chaochao immediately raised her bright eyes.