The weather was clear and beautiful, with not a cloud in sight, and the sky a deep blue like the sea.
Su Hongxing watched Little Pudding running back and forth in the Apricot Forest, a gentle smile gracing her lips. The petals of the apricot blossoms fell around her like scattered snow, brushing past her eyes and eyebrows—such a picturesque scene.
Ding Ye had taken time off to come back to Qingmu Garden, fearing that Su Hongxing would cave to impatience and confront the journalists. Yet, upon his return, he was greeted by such a beautiful sight.
For a moment, he forgot the reason for his return, his gaze fixed on Su Hongxing's face, unable to look away for a long time.
Su Hongxing, belatedly aware of Ding Ye's presence, stood up and walked over to him: "You're back already?"
"I left my phone at home. I happened to be passing by, so I stopped by to check on you." Ding Ye stepped forward and picked a petal from her hair.
