That day.
Ning Youguang got up early to water the plants in the yard.
Standing in the yard behind the house, she could feel the breath of autumn.
Compared to the spring garden.
At this time, the beauty of the small yard is a solid beauty, a beauty with grace.
The gourds grew lushly, bearing heavy fruits; the roses bloomed one after another...
The early autumn wind brushed her face and her heart, filling her with joy.
Standing alone in the small kitchen, she was halfway through making breakfast.
She received a video call from Zhuang Yijing.
"What are you doing?" She was lounging in her office chair, her face perfectly made up, but with slight fatigue in her eyes.
"I just watered the plants. Now I'm making breakfast." Ning Youguang placed the fried eggs onto a plate.
"I'm so envious of you, living like a fairy." Zhuang Yijing said.
"What's wrong? You seem a bit down." Ning Youguang moved the coffee away from the coffee machine.
