If there was a new breed of flower, it would grow roots and bear fruit every day with their blood carefully watering it. When the flower was ripe and tender, the baby would come out of its shell. Forcefully attacking and rooting away Yi Shengli was not like luring him away with weakness. It would lead him astray and give him tenderness. It would give him sincerity, wait for the two of them to share their feelings before turning the tables.