After a sleepless night, she stretched her limbs in blissful comfort. Her thick, curly lashes fluttered for a moment before her eyes lazily opened.
Chi Yun'er glanced around the room, but he wasn't there.
She quickly freshened up and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past seven.
"You're up?" With his pant legs rolled up and a towel draped over his shoulder, Jiang Yihua was tending to the vegetable garden and the flowers on the trellis, a hoe in his hand.
Thanks to their daily efforts, the yard had been completely transformed.
Chi Yun'er felt that Jiang Yihua wasn't so much a senior researcher at the agricultural institute as he was a gardener whose skills had been passed down for generations.
He could fill every inch of the yard with a unique vitality and charm. Here, even the mottled marks of time seemed to be coated in a thick layer of glaze, allowing one to appreciate a different kind of beauty.
