Thinking Fusheng was about to fly away like a little butterfly, Xingxing stood there unmoving, only for the butterfly to land again on the collar of his robe.
In truth, Fusheng had no idea how old he was. Ever since he could remember, he only recalled the peach tree in the courtyard bearing sweet fruit three times.
He figured he must be three years old, since he had only ever eaten the sweet fruit three times.
Chapter 172