Could It Be a Coincidence?

"What's wrong?"

Qin Anming looked in the direction she was pointing at in confusion. "Oh… sunflowers. Mother's favorite sunflowers. Although they look like hay now, they will magically grow again in spring."

When Xiaoguo heard this, she was shocked. Sunflowers…

"Mother… likes sunflowers?"

Xiaoguo spoke distractedly, staring unblinkingly at the sunflowers beside the grave.

"That's right." When Qin Anming heard her question, he thought that it was odd. Xiaoguo knew best what their mother liked.

"…" Mrs. Qin also liked sunflowers, just like her mother. When she asked her mother for the reason, what did she say?

"Have you forgotten? Mother told you before that sunflowers are practical. They can be admired and eaten. Moreover, fried melon seeds are Father's specialty. That's why Mother likes sunflowers so much."

Seeing Xiaoguo's confused expression, Qin Anming explained to her.