Bai Yutang didn't say much, nodded and looked at the plum tree in front of the courtyard, then turned and walked towards the bedroom. Zhan Zhao followed his gaze and let it fall on the plum tree. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he couldn't move for a while.
After taking two steps, Bai Yutang sensitively noticed that the cat had not followed. When she looked back and saw his gaze, she finally smiled a little.
"Fifth Master forgot to tell you something."
"Huh?" Zhan Zhao responded in confusion. Didn't this rat prepare food for himself?
Bai Yutang paused intentionally before saying, "Mei'er has never liked plum trees."
Zhan Zhao blinked in confusion, listening to the man's slow and irritating words:
"That girl thinks plum blossoms are too cold. What she loves is the fiery roses."
"The one who really likes Mei is Master Wu."
"What I love is Ling Feng's pride."
"Cat, do you understand?"
The man left these last words, turned around, opened the door and entered the house. Zhan Zhao stood in the courtyard and looked at the plum tree involuntarily. He had no idea that his face had turned a little red at some point.
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