Mo Ling had lost track of how long he had been living among the flowers...
Every day, he smelled something new. The scents here were far more varied than before. The aroma of the flowers changed with the environment, so every time Mo Ling was let out, he would roll around everywhere with curiosity.
The Fragrance Bees among the flowers grew familiar with this strange newborn. Some of them wanted to take Mo Ling to play elsewhere, but Grass and Wood Fragrance refused them all.
"We don't have many newborns left. Every single one is precious, and we can't afford any mishaps..."
It responsibly denied every Fragrance Bee's request.
It had been so ruthless when killing the newborns tainted by the scent of blood, yet now it was so responsible. Mo Ling found it incredibly contradictory.
