Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.
The sunlight scattered over the sea like fragments of gold, shimmering with countless strands of light.
The window was open, and a gentle breeze brought in a faint salty aroma, slightly refreshing, yet inexplicably warm.
Qiao Mo, having stayed in one position for too long, felt a bit tired.
Unconsciously, she glanced at the man in front of the desk. He was still engrossed in his work; even after most of the day had passed, his back remained straight, the soft light made him look exceptionally gentle.
Qiao Mo stretched lazily and stopped worrying about the cactus.
She put down the paintbrush, turned around, and ran out of the bedroom to prepare two servings of afternoon tea in the kitchen downstairs.
As she left, Fu Nancheng also paused his work.
