Quan Hanting was preoccupied with something, causing him to descend later than usual, and as a result, he had no knowledge of the argument that had taken place between Shen Wan and Lushen.
He stood by the window, gazing somewhat absentmindedly at the slender and graceful figure among the flowers.
Shen Wan noticed that this place was not only highly advanced in technology but also had extraordinarily rare and precious plants in the courtyard.
In front of her was a cluster of beautiful red flowers, not just ordinary peonies, but a variety she had never seen before.
Rare things are valuable, and to Shen Wan, flowers she had never seen in both her lifetimes were naturally considered extremely precious.
A gentle breeze brushed by, and she reached up to tuck away a few strands of her slightly disheveled hair. She turned slightly and, out of the corner of her eye, unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the tall figure standing still inside the window.
