"Sister Ying---"
The sun is warm and sunny in winter.
By the bay window, a woman was fiddling with a rose on her knuckles.
Hearing the warm female voice, Xu Xu did not stop, carefully cutting the branches and leaves and placing them in the vase.
The slender green leaves were embellished with a few white roses, which were particularly artistic. Lin Zheng looked at this scene and unconsciously slowed down, for fear of disturbing the promise.
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