"Hm." Lu Xiufan did not look back. He rested his hands on the window sill and continued to watch the scenery.
Fei Lin followed his gaze and realized that he was not looking at the scenery at all, but at the man in the garden.
He saw Shang Ke kneeling beside a flower bed, assisting the gardener with transplanting bulbs and fully flowering plants into fresher soil. His hands were covered with mud and he moved skillfully. He seemed to be better at taking care of the flowers than the gardener.
Wu Xiufan watched as Alex knelt beside the flower bed, his hands gently tending to the delicate plants. There was a tranquility to his movements, a sense of peace that was infectious. It was a stark contrast to the man he had seen fight with such ferocity just days ago.
