The man was wearing a white shirt, his eyes were covered with gauze, and he held a small kettle in his hand.
Despite his identity, he felt like a man who didn't care about the world.
He drank tea every day, grow flowers, and lived a leisurely life.
He was so weak yet he didn't lie on the bed.
Could it be that the strong people liked to hold on themself forcefully?
She walked in and closed the glass door.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, the man knew that she had come. "Come over and take a look at these flowers. How are they blooming? I haven't looked at them for a few days. I don't even know how they are doing."
Qin Shu walked over and looked at the flowers on the shelf in front of her. All of them were blooming beautifully, and they were of different varieties. She turned her head to look at him. "They're blooming quite well. Did you manage them?"
The man nodded. "Yes, it's quite easy to grow flowers."
