In the garden that afternoon, the breeze that brushed by carried a tinge of dry heat.
The men had gone to the study to talk business.
Lu Fengxuan then invited Nie Rujun and Gu Xiao to take a walk in the garden and, by the way, to take a look at the greenhouse which the butler tended to day and night.
Inside the round glass greenhouse, the temperature was a bit cooler than outside, with various precious flowers blooming competitively, and the faintly elegant and fresh fragrance of the flowers was invigorating and pleasant to the senses.
"Xiaojun."
Lu Fengxuan suddenly called out to Nie Rujun, who stopped in her tracks and turned around: "…Yes?"
Only to see her holding a fresh and beautiful begonia flower, which she unexpectedly tucked into Nie Rujun's hair, making quite a striking accent.
Lu Fengxuan stepped back two paces to admire the sight for a moment, "It looks very pretty, you outshine the flower, Xiaoxiao, what do you think?"
