Murong Yan never expected that she would end up with that boy from the countryside, making it to where they are today, truly together.
Some things happen without reason; they just happen, simple and pure.
The sea breeze gently blew as Yang Fan held Murong Yan, standing at the front of the yacht, just idly looking around without any specific thoughts.
When they got tired of standing, they lay on the yacht to sunbathe.
Yang Fan suddenly remembered the three clovers he brought back from the Taklamakan Desert.
"Wife, those three plants I told you to water before I left, how are they doing?"
"Oh, I... I forgot. I've been busy with work. They're probably dead and thrown out by the housekeeper."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's mind buzzed: "What, dead, thrown out!"
Seeing Yang Fan's terrifying change of expression, Murong Yan stopped smiling: "What's wrong with you? They're just ordinary plants?"
