In the quiet solitude of the greenhouse, Xu Feng's hands tenderly touched the vibrant green leaves of the flourishing plants he had nurtured during his break time. The soft, supple texture of the leaves seemed to respond to his gentle caress, as if whispering secrets of growth and resilience.
As he worked diligently, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, glinting like tiny diamonds in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the glass panes above. The greenhouse was a sanctuary of life, his relentless efforts to breathe vitality into the desolate space would bear fruit.
In the flourishing foliage, Xu Feng couldn't help but reminisce about the conversation he had shared with his younger brother, Xu Zeng, the previous night. He recalled the vivid image of Xu Zeng's face, his eyes illuminated with a mixture of admiration, fondness, and a sense of pride.
