The more I thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Yin Xiaofang began slowly saving this place.
Yin Xiaofan slowly arrived at a courtyard filled with fresh flowers. He caught a whiff of fragrance from a distance. Yin Xiaofan, too, was drawn by this scent.
If the tribes here were carefully decorated, though not lavish, but solemn, walking through this place would feel as if entering a sea of flowers.
"This place is nice, as a hidden spot, but how to do I don't know." So while delighted, I hid behind Yin Xiaofang. In front of me was a small loft that seemed too much. Yin Xiaofang walked very slowly.
Opening the door, Yin Xiaofan cautiously entered.
He saw in his own house, a spacious, fragrant room filled with many flowers—the home of a person who loves flowers, or else there wouldn't be any.
"Who? Who are you?" Suddenly, a different voice came from Yin Xiaofang's room.
"Who?" Yin Xiaofan warned and then hoped.
