Stepping out onto the balcony, the cool breeze of the evening fluttered Shi Che's shirt. He leaned gently against the railing, his dark eyes casually sweeping over to the side.
The balcony next to his belonged to the house where Ling Chuxia lived. To his surprise, as his gaze swept across, he saw Ling Chuxia squatting there.
She was still dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, clearly having just returned from work. She was slightly turned away, and he could only see her profile. The setting sun cast a warm yellow afterglow that illuminated her face, highlighting a warm hue.
She was attentively caring for the champagne roses he had given her, holding a pair of small scissors for delicate pruning and watering. Each movement was so gentle, so serene that it soothed Shi Che's initially restless heart little by little.
He had once loved her playful, mischievous demeanor, and now, he also loved this tranquil and gentle beauty of hers.
