"Why are you so relaxed? Have you chosen yours yet?"
Yun Mengyan was holding a small notebook, sketching out the details she observed, complete with written descriptions. She was confident she would be able to capture the demeanor of Qing Cangrao.
She had already picked her plant, and for the animal, she wanted to go with a little squirrel. But a small squirrel was probably what most of the girls would choose. After all, it was such a cute little thing—what girl could possibly say no to that? It seemed she would have to think of something else: a butterfly, a dragonfly, an ant, or perhaps a caterpillar...
Chapter 100