Jordy didn't want to pick roses at all, but Karen urged him again and again. He had no choice but to walk forward.
He bent slightly and picked a rose with his slender fingers.
Karen felt much better and said happily, "Come on, good boy. You only have nine hundred and ninety-eight flowers to pick now!"
Jordy was speechless.
So was Gloria.
Her hand held the mobile phone shook, and she couldn't help laughing.
Grandma was so humorous.
Jordy had no other choices but continued to pick.
One, two, three, four...
Time was passing, and Jordy was still picking those roses. Although it was dark, the lights illuminated the whole backyard, and they could see every corner of it clearly.
Gloria felt a little tired holding her cell phone.
Jordy picked about three hundred flowers without sweating. His breathing was still even, and he did not look tired.