"Ouch, that hurt!" Over at Qingwei Pavilion, Xiaoxiao, who had been hugging the seven-colored flower tree, was now sitting on the ground, rubbing her rear end repeatedly as if she had been badly hurt.
The seven-colored flower tree had already broken free from Xiaoxiao's embrace, slowly rising into mid-air and flying back to the exact spot where it had originally been placed.
Xiaoxiao wailed heartbreakingly; it was clear she truly loved that flower tree. Alas, the seven-colored flower tree acted like a mother abandoning her child to remarry, refusing to even glance back at the wailing Xiaoxiao.
Chapter 143