Howard's gaze lifted.
Not far away, Becca was earnestly watching the servant trim the flower branches. She chatted with the servant, her gentle smile inexplicably captivating.
The usual cold handsomeness was softened with tenderness, and Howard immediately took steps toward Becca.
Becca was still talking to the gardener.
"Mr. Rao, are star flowers hard to grow?"
The gardener replied while digging the soil, "Young Mistress, it's not that star flowers are hard to grow, it's that the soil in T City is too damp, unsuitable for star flowers that prefer dryness, so it's hard to see a large spread of them in T City."
"Oh, that's such a shame..."
"What's a shame?"
