"What is it?"
Si yiyan stood by the window with his mobile phone in his hand. Through the glass window of the living room, he could see Wen Xinya holding her waist with one hand and resting the other on her abdomen, instructing the servants to insert the branches of the roses into the fertile soil of the garden.
Wild roses and moonflowers would still have strong and tenacious vitality. In the next summer, the vines and branches of wild roses would glow with vigorous vitality. By then, the branches would be covered with the brilliant roses and passionate moonflowers. How beautiful would that be?
He couldn't help but look forward to their next trip to Paris.
