The rooftop was spacious, transformed into a stunning glass sunroom, with a cozy little resting area.
But that wasn't the highlight. The thing that surprised Yan Xinxin the most was that the sunroom was filled with her favorite hydrangeas!
Pale pink, soft purple, sky blue…
So many of them...
And now, at the beginning of June's early summer, it was hydrangea season, with each bloom radiating unique, dazzling beauty.
Yan Xinxin truly hadn't expected that the rooftop of Mo Chuxi's apartment would hide such a breathtaking sea of hydrangeas!
Looking at the hydrangeas before her, Yan Xinxin felt that all the frustrations she'd experienced in the past few days were slowly being soothed.
She smiled softly and reached out her slender, fair fingers toward the petals of a pale pink hydrangea.
"Don't touch."
Just as her fingertips were about to make contact with the petals, someone's voice stopped her, making her fingers abruptly withdraw.
