He casually checked the spring plants he had buried; the tulip seeds were planted well and warmly protected. One can imagine, just waiting for a spring breeze to come, these beautiful flowers would bloom all at once.
He was very satisfied with the gardener's work, and after carefully inspecting other rough tasks, even meticulously tidying up the lawnmower, he saw there was truly nothing that required heavy effort, so he stopped. Small snowflakes began to drift from the sky again; it was really cold, so he returned to the house.
Yan Xixi's phone kept lighting up on the coffee table.
Which guy is sending messages non-stop?
He quietly picked up her phone and walked into the bedroom.
Upon seeing it, he was so angry he almost laughed.
Li Zhen's avatar was flashing incessantly, messages, full and overflowing. The messages were continuous.
Sent on New Year's Eve: "Yan Xixi, Happy New Year..."
Sent exactly at midnight on New Year's Eve: "In the new year, you must be happy..."
