Which type of person do you like?
The leaves on the roadside trees were almost all withered, as if unwilling to fall to the ground but on the verge of doing so, clinging to the branches, not wanting to part from them after living together for several months.
But when the wind blew, some leaves unwillingly fell.
The stronger branches abandoned the leaves.
Huanhuan walked ahead with her little legs, occasionally turning back to see her mom and great-grandfather walking slowly together. Her eyes appeared worried for them, growing more anxious as she saw them leisurely chatting.
"Mom, hurry up and catch up with me!"
Huanhuan stood on higher ground, waving vigorously at them.
Qin Mu and the old man looked up at her, then sped up a bit. The old man said, "This little girl is quite strong, she might just be a good seedling."
An image flashed in Qin Mu's mind immediately.
