Spring had arrived, and at the Su Mansion, all the roses were in full bloom. Pello had been living here for over a year. Besides maintaining the original appearance of the Su Mansion, the only change he made was planting roses everywhere, all of them red. The kind of red that Pello said was too intense for Wen Maixue, like flames.
Pello was standing under the sun, holding a pair of pruning shears. It had been a while since he last pruned the branches.
Yesterday, he dismissed the Su family's gardener, followed by all the servants, then he started tending to the garden himself.
The green branches and leaves fell to the ground; he cut slowly, but the sharp pruning shears neatly trimmed off the excess buds from the roses.
"Pello, I am back," Wen Maixue thought whether to first talk about her failed negotiation or to embrace Pello forwardly. She felt that Pello really needed her care right now.
