Mr. Yan, Your Little Flower Sprout Ran Away Again!

(Soul transmigration + mild amnesia + secret crush + healing, sweet romance)

[Cool and reserved on the surface, actually pure-hearted; wants to control everything, but only dares to talk big about his possessiveness, top x a looks-obsessed, easily flustered little angel with a rich inner monologue and a mischievous streak, bottom]

Recently, Yan Zhiheng noticed a serious problem: the little seedlings he'd so carefully picked out and brought home kept disappearing for no apparent reason.

They were literally disappearing.

To find out who was pulling up his flowers, Yan Zhiheng spent a week keeping watch in front of the security cameras, only to discover that the little flower was running away all by itself?!

Yan Zhiheng, staunch materialist, with an eight-hundred-meter-thick filter: The little flower must be lonely at home. I need to spend more time with it!

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Song Miao had lost his memory. When he opened his eyes, he found himself turned into a blade of grass no bigger than a palm.

But he vaguely remembered that he used to be a person...

This handsome guy took great care of him, but! He's a grass with principles. No, a person with principles!

How could he lose himself in a life where food was brought to him and clothes put on his back? He had to recover his memories and find out who he was!

In the end...

Yan Zhiheng walked into the bar without changing expression and carefully lifted the seedling that was dancing triumphantly on top of a bleached-blond guy's head. "Sorry, the kid at home is a bit mischievous. Please excuse him."

Song Miao: Trembling, not daring to move.

Bleached-blond guy, completely baffled: "..." Did someone just bust a mental hospital open?