Late at night, there was a thick fog outside the window.
After raining, the temperature suddenly dropped, and a fog fell on the newly unfurled leaves like snow.
The entire manor fell into a deep sleep, except for a room on the second floor.
The next day's sunlight was extremely good, and the dew quickly evaporated.
Song Yaoyao had a good sleep, and those dreams never came to find her again.
Everything seemed to have returned to the time when nothing had happened.
The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The moment Song Yaoyao opened her eyes, she saw the fresh rose flowers in the vase, still dripping with water.
Today's rose was Song Yaoyao's favorite color: pink.
She got up and leaned over to take a sniff. A faint fragrance filled her nose.
The sound of footsteps approached from afar.
"Good morning."
