After breakfast, and finally having seen off those people, Ji Yun was once again living a tranquil and charming life alone with Sister Nan.
The island roads were winding and sloped; at every corner of the alley, one could always see clusters of brilliantly blooming roses and Trumpet Vines. In such a climate, it wasn't necessary for the homeowners to cultivate them deliberately for them to blossom so attractively. They were natural and unaffected, making passersby's hearts flutter and improving their mood immensely.
Nan Mengqian, who loved flowers, experienced this: every ten minutes or so, there would be a delightful little surprise.
"Roses, I've given it some thought, ivy is too gloomy, climbing roses reaching up to the second-floor balcony would be much brighter." Nan Mengqian began to envision her house, finally deciding on the climbing plant for her love nest.
