Chapter 24
I picked up the watering can filled with water and poured it over the flower bed.
A thin stream of water sprayed out, dampening the brightly colored flowers. The sound was pleasant.
“Grow well, little ones.”
They say plants grow well when you speak kindly to them.
Unfortunately, I can't speak, so...
I tried to send some positive words in my mind but stopped because it felt uncomfortable.
No matter how much I said it in my head, it still felt a bit cheesy.
I simply wished them to grow well, quietly in my mind.
If my thoughts reach them, they’ll grow well, right?
Tap.
I set the watering can down on the ground and crouched down to leisurely admire the flowers.
I tapped the petals with my fingers, gently brushing them. A strange sensation passed through my fingertips, and I couldn't help but smile.