The river otter beastman immediately looked suspicious. "Since when do those exist?"
Mu Qingyi looked at him. "Since I found them."
That answer was so simple that for one full second no one knew what to say.
Feng Yiren, who had been standing just behind Lin Huahua's shoulder with his fox ears pricked high through the entire thing, had to turn his face away because if he did not, he would absolutely start grinning. Hu Baiyu, on the other hand, only looked at Mu Qingyi with silent lion approval, because as far as he was concerned, if the deer said magical pretty-making leaves existed, then they existed now and everyone else could shut up.
Lin Huahua herself almost wanted to hug Mu Qingyi.
What a wonderful deer.
What a beautiful, useful, lying deer.
Her mother still looked doubtful though. "What kind of leaves make a female look like this?"
