Ye Luoli's Revenge

Wen Zike, branded with the label of "Wen Xi's Younger Sister," is inherently shy and timid, a girl who even blushes when speaking loudly. By her side is her second sister, Mu Qiuling (W...

The lingering warmth of the final chapter of the flower sea

The lingering warmth of the final chapter of the flower sea

The wind in the fluorescent flower field gradually softened, carrying the fragrance of petals, and brushed past the fruit pits and snack crumbs scattered on the picnic blanket.

The golden light of Prince Jin enveloped little Wen Zike, carrying her back to the flowerbed. The little girl's eyes were still red, but she clung to Prince Jin's clothes, muttering incoherently, "Don't ignore me again." Prince Jin didn't argue, but awkwardly tilted his head, the redness on his ears lingering. Guangyu fluttered his wings and landed to the side, watching this scene, and couldn't help but smile.

Luo Li stepped forward, reached out and ruffled Wen Zike's hair, smiling gently, "It's good to be back. We even saved the sweetest fruit for you." Liang Cai had already hopped over with a plate of wild fruit, clamoring to play a guessing game with Keke; Jasmine handed over a soft, sweet pastry, gently coaxing the still slightly aggrieved little girl; Blue Peacock elegantly adjusted her skirt, jokingly teasing Prince Jin, "Finally, you're not such a dull rock anymore."

Prince Jin felt a little uncomfortable under everyone's gaze, but he didn't put on that listless look anymore. He glanced at the chattering crowd surrounding Wen Zike, then looked at Luo Li beside him, whose eyes were crinkled with laughter. The corners of his downcast mouth subtly curved upwards into a very faint arc.

Sunlight filtered through the layers of petals, casting warm dappled patterns on everyone. Laughter echoed across the picnic blanket, glowworms danced all around, and even the wind carried a joyful scent.

The first season's story came to a close amidst this warm sea of ​​flowers.

And those unspoken words, those tenderness hidden in smiles, those stories of companionship and bond, have all transformed into the gently swaying shadows of flowers in the sea of ​​blossoms, quietly awaiting the prelude to the next reunion.

I won't write those extra chapters; let's just end it here. After all, every story has to come to an end.