*Xuan Jian's perspective*
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The sun shone brightly over Nanshan Estate's Blooming Courtyard, casting a golden hue over the still lush scenery. The summer was coming to an end yet even the smallest and weakest of plants thrived in this courtyard.
The greenhouse had been in much worse shape than the living plants with sun damaged rice paper, and weather scarred wood. Rain, snow, heat, wind, and anything else the land could throw had been thrown.
Before today, the greenhouse was barely standing on its last leg. Even so, it was still Xuan Jian, Xuan Yang, Da Long, and Xiao Long's favorite place to be.
The energy and the memory of their loved one lingered like a specter.
Despite the heat, an unexpected reprieve spared the land from the anticipated drought, as if the heavens themselves granted solace in the aftermath of Xu Feng's passing.
