However, there was always a knot in Zhong Lingling's heart.
On the surface, she didn't talk about it, but this knot was always stuck in her heart, neither up nor down.
Some things, not even Xiang Yimo could be told, and she could only silently bear this loneliness alone.
She played alone in the garden with succulents, having heard that if you peel off the leaves of succulents and lay them flat on the soil surface without burying them, they would grow roots and survive, eventually becoming beautiful little succulents. Out of curiosity, Zhong Lingling peeled off the leaves of the succulents and laid them on the soil surface... She peeled off more than ten leaves at once, laying them at a certain distance, and then wiped the sweat off her forehead.
At this moment, the phone rang.
Upon taking out her phone, she saw it was a call from Xiang Yimo, and Zhong Lingling's expression instantly softened.
Only those who are truly happy inside would have such an expression.
