"The birds are smiling at me, and the flowers are teasing me."
"All the disciples have left, the chill life is honestly great..."
Humming a tune while whistling away.
Lu Chang'sheng was watering the flowers and plants in the garden.
Water droplets trickled down the leaves, sliding along the stems to the roots.
The leaves bent under the weight of the droplets, but as the drops fell, the leaves snapped back, stretching out like they were waking up from a nap.
Lu Chang'sheng watched this and couldn't help but smile contentedly.
No... actually, these days, as long as it's anything ordinary—no matter how small—it can make Lu Chang'sheng feel relaxed and happy.
"If only life could stay like this forever..."
Thinking that, Lu Chang'sheng broke into a slightly lovesick smile, totally lost in his salted-fish... wait, I mean, his happy daydream.
Not far away, Huang Qian crossed her arms, but that still couldn't hide her, uh, generous figure.
