Amidst the silence that enveloped the garden, punctuated only by the soft sounds of nature and the distant hum of the city waking up, Zhang Wei's voice broke through, "Want to take a walk outside...?" His proposal hung in the air, an invitation to step away from the routine and the reminders of recent turmoil.
Chen Yulan paused, her gaze drifting around the garden. Her hands, still wearing the marks of her morning's work, moved unconsciously over the petals of a nearby flower. "I still have to water the plants," she replied, her voice a mix of duty and reluctance.
Zhang Wei's response was a faint smile, warm yet mysterious. He reached out, gently taking the watering can from her grasp, and with a fluid motion, tossed it skyward.
Chen Yulan watched, perplexed, as the can spun in the air. "Hm?" she voiced her confusion, her eyes following the arc of the can.
