Having a little guest at home was rare, so Oscar was particularly enthusiastic, taking Han Yuxuan around.
"Xuanxuan, we used to grow Mimosa in our backyard; when you touch it, it shrinks back. We also have pitcher plants that catch flies. But now it's winter, and they've all withered, so they'll grow again in spring. Look, there are bamboos over here, still green. By spring, bamboo shoots will emerge with a thunderous sound, boom, boom, boom, and sprouts will appear. They taste delicious when cooked."
Compared to Oscar's enthusiasm, Han Yuxuan seemed much quieter.
She cautiously looked around.
In the courtyard, there was a lot of piled snow, even the rose branches were frozen into icicles.
The breeze blew, making a creaking sound.
It felt as if there was danger lurking like in a forest.
"Xuanxuan, do your mom and dad take you to the amusement park?"
