"Tell me, are you a bad horse that steals the grass?"
Wutong was staring at someone with tears streaming down his face. And that person was lying on a recliner with a leisurely look on his face, reading a book that had recently caused him to be left out.
"First of all, I'm not bad, and I'm not a horse."
"Then what?"
"Then, it seems that the person who is turning around is you."
Wutong clearly saw an unknown smile on the corner of someone's mouth. She suddenly became furious, turned around and wanted to leave. And someone stood up without knowing when and hugged Wutong from behind. His breath spread on Wutong's neck, making her feel a little itchy. Then she heard, "I am returning to my roots after falling leaves, and I will eventually return to my roots under your sycamore tree."