The hotel garden was no ordinary garden: it was located on the hotel rooftop, enclosed in a glass greenhouse.
The garden was beautiful at night; visitors had only to lift their heads to see the twinkling stars up above, beyond the glass ceiling. A wide variety of flowers bloomed throughout the garden. The rainforest plants were strong and healthy. On the ground, artificial brooks meandered through the garden, accompanied by the tinkling sound of water, digitally simulated.
Mei Xiawen stood beneath the verdant leaves of a giant alocasia, his hands in his pockets. His face, adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, was handsome and elegant; he was the type high school girls found irresistible.
Ai Weinan no longer concealed her feelings for Mei Xiawen. Her eyes shone with her love for him.
