Feng Ziheng was holding scissors and had just snipped a potted plant on the coffee table in half when Feng Zichen rushed in from the balcony, hugging Ergouzi and huffing and puffing.
"Brother—I go, what are you doing?!"
Seeing that the potted plant he had brought in the afternoon had been trimmed to only its dried remains, Feng Zichen's fur instantly bristled.
"Pruning."
Feng Ziheng leisurely clipped another leaf.
At the same time, he slightly lifted his eyelids, giving Feng Zichen a barely perceptible glance that was sharp and dangerous, piercing straight to the heart.
Feng Zichen knew better than to say a silent farewell to his potted plant in his heart.
"Liangxia is back," Feng Zichen said sulkily as he sat on the sofa, placing Ergouzi on the floor.
But watching Ergouzi happily scamper around, Feng Zichen only felt like he had raised an ingrate and sank deeper into sorrow and self-pity.
"Hmm."