The two of them stayed at a villa in the suburbs for two days.
This suburban villa was indeed something Fang Zhi had chosen a long time ago, its decor no longer bearing the smell of newness, and the indoor formaldehyde virtually nonexistent.
Everything was as it was when Fang Zhi had brought Lin Shu here before. The pure timber decor, the wooden floor and table, and the bamboo blinds in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that, when drawn up softly, revealed the greenery and flowers in the courtyard.
All it takes is sitting quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window and all your thoughts would become peaceful, as if merging with nature, only able to about hear the sound of the wind rustling through leaves.
As soon as Fang Zhi was off work, he would return to this villa and sit by the floor-to-ceiling window with her, watching the scenery, admiring the moon.
In the evening, the sunset lingers on the horizon, leaving but a wisp of red.
