The morning light was resplendent, filtering through the deep red, delicate leaves of the small fir trees in the yard and spilling onto the house's balcony...
On the balcony, a man holding large shears stood at the edge, his body contorted seductively as he leaned out to trim the vines to his satisfaction.
At that moment, the door leading to the second floor of the house was suddenly pushed open.
A woman dressed in a robe, as fresh as a green lotus, stood there, her eyes resembling a clear morning lake, veiled and beautifully obscure under the adornment of the morning light.
"Good morning." Ji Yun greeted with a smile.
"Why didn't you ring the doorbell? I almost called the police." Nan Mengqian said.
"I did, but you didn't wake up, and it didn't feel right squatting in the yard. Seeing that the vines over here were a bit wild, I climbed up and trimmed them. Did you not sleep well last night?" Ji Yun asked.
