In the garden, small birds were cheerfully chirping. Green grass was dotted with red, white, and purple flowers, and the air was filled with a sweet intoxicating fragrance.
Leaves spiral to the ground before Lan Xin Ai's eyes, mirroring her calm heart.
Tang Yun Ze called out as he watched her retreating silhouette, his eyes filled with reminiscences of the past, "Xin Ai."
"Mr. Tang."
The coldness of Lan Xin Ai's three words felt like a bucket of cold water extinguishing all his enthusiasm.
Tang Yun Ze frowned: "Xin Ai, are you still mad at me?"
The tone of his words carries a hint of dissatisfaction, as if he's blaming her temper.
"Mr. Tang, we're not that close. Please call me Lan Xin Ai or Miss Lan."
"Xin Ai, you're too stubborn. I haven't called you for so many days just to let you cool down," Tang Yun Ze's voice fell cold, greatly hurting his pride due to Lan Xin Ai's words.
