Thud!
Thud!
The distant morning bell resounded from the depths of Yun'an City.
The small courtyard deep on Double Osmanthus Alley was silent. There was only a black horse standing quietly at the side of the kitchen.
The door to the main room was closed. It hadn't been opened since Luo Ning and Zhe Yunli left.
There were a few more flower pots under the vegetable trellis. They were placed together with the ones Luo Ning had bought. After two days, the lush green seedlings had grown a little.
In the west wing, Ye Jingtang was sitting on the bed with his upper body bare, holding the golden paper in his hand, his eyes closed in focus.
The big white bird was squatting beside the pillow and looking at the window listlessly.
