Ding Zhongming didn't dare to ask directly, and indirect inquiries were tricky to navigate; after all, this matter was too sensitive.
However, he already had an idea. He felt there must be an opportunity to talk things over with Luo Ziling and subtly express his intentions.
Quickly, the group entered the orchard.
By the end of April, cherries in the South had ripened.
The cherry season in the South would be nearing its end by the May Day holidays, so this was the best time for cherry picking.
Spring in the South was nearly over, and all the peach, pear, and plum trees hung with fruit, with no flowers to be seen.
Yang Qingyin regretted this, and she smiled at Luo Ziling and said, "If we were here in mid-spring, it would have been beautiful."
