Now, looking at the small courtyard again, the scene had completely changed. Most of the flowers she had planted had already sprouted, and various roses she had transplanted from her space were blooming brilliantly. She even had Peng Mingdong send over some potted plants to avoid drawing attention.
The flowers in her backyard were growing too fast, and she was afraid that the neighbors on either side would notice something if they went up to their rooftops, which had views of the backyard.
The pavilion had been cleaned out, and now she was brewing a pot of tea, sitting in the pavilion and reading today's newspaper. Yesterday, the publisher had called to say that the initial print run of 30,000 copies of "Future Is Not a Dream" had been completed.
The newspaper office had also called, asking if she would like to attend a book signing in Shanghai.
