As evening approached, a private plane landed on a vacant lot in front of the manor.
The sunset tinted the roses all over the manor with a beautiful warm hue, creating a dreamy ambiance.
Jian Qing stepped on this familiar soil, her eyes full of satisfaction.
She glanced at the man next to her and softly inquired, "Xiaojing, this is where I live. Isn't it beautiful?"
Quan Jingwu's gaze swept over the vast manor, adorned with roses, an epitome of romance. His lips slightly curled into a faint smile, "Very beautiful."
"Let's go." Jian Qing took his hand, leading him towards the manor.
The guards at the entrance of the manor watched the plane land and were on alert. The next moment, they caught sight of the approaching figures and their faces reflected a hint of respect.
"Miss!"
Jian Qing nodded slightly and commanded, "Move the luggage from the plane and put it in the living room."
"Yes!"
