Zirui Pavilion was a replica of ancient architecture. The backyard was sectioned off and furnished with pavilions and towers. In the early winter season, the flora had withered away, yet inside a greenhouse filled with flowers, it was a riot of color.
Through the glass casing, a lush green vibrancy and radiant blossoms could be seen.
In the chill of early winter, a glimpse of spring seemed to warm even the biting cold brushing past one's ears.
The way to the parking lot required crossing through the garden.
A young boy stood by the greenhouse, his lean and calm figure betraying an unyielding uprightness.
Helian Yu patted Luuo Yunqi's hand gently and said warmly, "You still have classes this afternoon. You and President Lan can head back to school first. I'll have a few words with Xixi."
Lan Man waited at the entrance of the parking lot.
Luuo Yunqi glanced in the direction of the young boy, whispered an acknowledgment, and then turned away, leaving quietly and obediently.
