"What's wrong?"

Qin Anming looked in the direction of her finger suspiciously, "Oh~ sunflower, my mother's favorite sunflower, although it looks like hay now, it will magically grow back in spring."

When Xiaoguo heard this, she was shocked, Sunflower...

"Mother... like it, Sunflower?"

Xiaoguo spoke in a stubborn voice, looking at the sunflower beside the grave without blinking her eyes.

"Yup.

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