The little corn was very worried: I'm so delicate, how am I going to survive ah~

The weed comforted: It's okay, I'll take care of you

The little corn glanced at the weed:……No comments.

Although the little corn ignored the weed, yet in the end, only the weed pampers it and regards it as everything.

Little Corn: I will reluctantly agree to let you take care of me, you have to take a good care of me!

Weed: En, en (≧▽≦)