It was too boring. Jin Nian had returned home and scrolled through her phone for two hours, and it was only 11:30 pm. The wind chime flowers on the TV cabinet that she had bought the previous week had already withered. The temperature was still high, and the flowers would not have survived for long. Jin Nian threw the flowers into the trash can and suddenly remembered that she still owed Lu An a bouquet of Claude Monet.