On a rare leisurely morning, Sterling Qin held a cup of tea and sat on a chair on the terrace to bask in the sun. The coffee table was set but not yet opened.
Throughout the winter, whenever he had nothing to do, he would bask in the sun, just like the sun-loving flowers and plants he raised.
The scenery in winter has a unique flavor. The rime is hazy, birds are darting, the ice under the eaves has melted, water is dripping, and the sunlight is bright but not dazzling.
A shadow fell into his eyes from behind, and Sterling Qin raised his eyes.
"With such nice weather, Ah Xun should go out and play with friends." It was his mother, who also said cautiously, holding a cup of hot tea.
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