Yuncheng, a small town.
Inside a standalone villa.
The night is approaching, the setting sun like blood, the afterglow of the sunset spills over the ground, intertwining light and shadow.
In the courtyard, a straight figure stands before a cluster of flowers and plants, fingers with discernible joints grip a watering can, slightly tilted, and a thin stream of water trickles out, pouring down like a gentle drizzle, falling on the flowers and plants below.
"Boss, Sister Jian is here."
Xiaohei walked out from the villa, speaking heavily to the young man who was watering the flowers.
"Mm."
The cool voice lands, yet it doesn't convey any emotion.
Hearing the sound of high heels hitting the ground, Xiaohei wanted to say something, but ultimately held back, lowered his head slightly, and stepped back two steps.
The next moment, a teasing female voice is heard—
"What's this, despite being young, you're loving to tinker with flowers like an old man."
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
