Yan Nuo said to Ji Yinbing, "Follow me." He turned around and climbed up the slope.
Ji Yinbing followed closely behind.
On the way, she saw a blue flower. She lowered her head and sniffed it gently. Yan Nuo did not hear any footsteps, so he turned around.
Seeing the little slave smelling the fragrance, Yan Nuo suddenly said, "Since you like it, why don't you pick it?"
Ji Yinbing looked surprised. "Why do I have to pick it?"
She said, "It's precisely because I like it that I can't pick it. If I pick it, it will wither. If it continues to grow, it can still grow seeds. Its life will continue." Liking a flower and liking someone had the same logic.
If you pick it because you like it, that's possession.
Yan Nuo understood what she meant. If he liked a flower or someone, he should protect it well.
Yan Nuo's eyes flickered. He turned around and continued walking.