"Eh? This little flower is quite unique," Yan Chuhua cocked her head,
A small, double-petaled purple flower with an egg-yolk yellow pistil in the center.
Yan Qianyi asked, "Xiaoguang, where did you pick this? Take me there, quick."
Yun Mu said, "It's already dark, let's go tomorrow; there might be wild beasts at night."
"It's fine, we'll just go and come back; you and Chuhua rest here," Yan Qianyi picked up her backpack, turning on her wristband's illumination system.
"Then be careful," Yan Chuhua wanted to follow, but having walked all day, she was really tired and could only watch eagerly.
Yan Qianyi followed Xue Xiaoguang for quite a while.
When they arrived at a damp depression, Xue Xiaoguang pointed ahead: "Sis, look, it's right there."
Yan Qianyi lifted her eyes to see.
Beneath the full moonlight, fireflies danced, resting on the purple flowers, casting a faint glow.
A towering tree stood in solitude, its trunk draped with vines blooming with white flowers.