The gloomy weather and the biting cold hastened the darkness of the day.
Shu Yimo had slept for a long time, and by the time she woke, the sky had already turned somewhat dark. It was only when she glanced at the wall clock that she realized it was nearly five in the afternoon.
Shu Yimo hurriedly got up and tidied herself before heading downstairs.
As soon as she descended the stairs, she saw Long Chengyu on the balcony outside the living room, fussing with potted plants.
After a moment's hesitation, Shu Yimo crossed the hall and approached him.
As she got closer, she noticed that the man was tending to several pots of roses. Some of the light-colored rosebuds had already bloomed, and some were still bud, but they seemed to be thriving.
"How do you still have leisure for such things?"
Shu Yimo walked over and touched one of the blooming roses with her hand.
Long Chengyu, who was half-kneeling, raised his dark eyes and gave her a brief glance, speaking softly, "You're awake?"
