"Now, you know what, Wind Story? I like the flower language of flowers. ”

It was an important memory from when the original owner and Feng Gu lived together, and the moment I realized it, the original vague memory was clearly expanded in front of my eyes as if it had become reality.

"Huh! Got it! That's it, my favorite flower, little daisy. ”

In the forest where only birdsong could be heard, Ran Yixi shouted loudly, facing behind the person who was only a little distance away from her, pointing to the small wild chrysanthemum blooming on the ground and saying:

"It's a ...... Memories, reminiscences, and feelings for the people who are separated, it is obviously such a cute flower, but there is such a warm and dedicated flower language, which is really amazing. ”

The wind is silent.

"Hey, are you listening? Windbreaker? ”

"I'm listening."

I didn't hear a response, but I looked up impatiently, and then I heard an answer from around me that seemed to be troublesome.

Blown by the wind, short, neat silver hair, and a slenderly arched back.

It wasn't until Ran Yixi stared at him silently that Feng Yu turned his head......

"I'm really listening.

"I didn't suspect you."

"After all, isn't its root more useful than the language of flowers? It can be used as a cough suppressant. ”

"It's not that problem, it's true that it can be used in medicine, but ...... Really, you don't understand the psychology of girls at all! ”

Sighing to express dissatisfaction, Ran Yixi's attention returned to the green ground.

In the midst of the green forest, she carefully picked out the thorny leaves, plucked them, and put them in a small basket.

This is a herb that can cure headaches, and then on the other side there is a grass with soft cilia on the surface of the leaves, which can be ground to treat cuts.

There are also many other medicinal herbs growing in the forest, and for Ran Yixi, who has been collecting herbs since she was a child, the effects of each are all well understood.

Therefore, although she was busy chatting, she could still pick the herbs she needed without hesitation.

But......

"There's another one, Flower Language."

If you don't pay attention, you will often miss what he said, so at that time, Ran Yixi didn't immediately react to Feng Yu's whispering.

"Huh? What did you say? Wind Death. ”

"I won't forget you."

Hearing this, Ran Yixi stopped in surprise.

Usually he doesn't seem to have any interest in flower language or anything, but he doesn't know why, and he is full of deep feelings in that sentence.

"Wind Death?"

Whispered unconsciously, only then did he suddenly notice.

No, the one who first said that flower language was not a wind story, it was ...... Is that...... She?

- There are so many flowers, but you don't even know the names of any flowers.

In the depths of the memory, which seemed to be painful, the words recalled were thick and warm, and in an instant, the consciousness and the "world" of the present were pushed out.

Yes, this is the original owner Ran Yixi's own past.

When Ran Yixi was still living with the divine beast, he once lost his memory before he died.

"It's a pity that I don't seem to be interested in flower language at all."

"People just think about boring things."

"What, it's not boring, it's a great thing...... Isn't it possible to convey the words that you can't say because you're usually shy and can't be conveyed frankly through the metaphor of flowers? ”

"Is that so?"

"That's it, you too, never said you liked me once."

Ran Yixi said angrily, at that time, she was smiling at the divine beast that turned into a human, "So, if you want to tell me that you like it, just go through the flowers." ”

The divine beast that looked at her lovingly, resembled Feng Yu, but looked much older than him...... The owner will not have horns.

Reflected in its purple inky pupils, she was too, more mature than she seemed now.

"That way, you won't be shy anymore, will you?"