A massive glass garden dome stood quietly in the heart of the property. Inside, blooming flower beds spread in graceful arcs of color—roses, tulips, hydrangeas, and peonies, each arranged with care.
A tall, elegant tree stood to one side, its shade cast over a soft carpet of grass. In the center of the garden was a man-made lake, glistening in the golden light, with a giant waterfall reaching the high ceiling of the glass dome, flowing gently over smooth stones.
Bei Sangyun stopped in her tracks. Her breath caught in her throat.
This was no ordinary garden.
It was a perfect replica of the spot in Flower Park—the place where they had shared special memories together. The layout, the tree, the waterfall—it was all exactly the same.
It was as if she had been transported back in time—to the very day Fei Chuan had first brought her there.
She remembered how they'd laid on the grass, how his ears had turned red when she teased him, how he shared his honest and sincere feelings.
