Zhou Jin stood on the lawn, the sun today was too dazzling, so he expressionlessly shaded his eyes before stepping forward into the adjacent rear garden.
The garden was in full bloom, a riot of colors, stunningly beautiful.
At that moment, he stepped on something, looked down, and saw it was a rose flower.
A sound rang out behind him.
Zhou Jin turned around and saw a little girl standing there, delicate as porcelain, carved from jade.
The little girl had dropped her small trowel to the ground, and her large, grape-like black eyes looked at him, filled with charm, then at the rose flower beneath his foot, and the next second, "waah," large glistening teardrops streamed out as she began to cry loudly.
"My rose flower!" she sobbed in her childlike voice as she wiped her tears away.
Zhou Jin realized the little girl was talking about the rose under his foot, so he took two steps back.
