After the rain, the air in Yunqi Mountain is crisp and fresh. The villa is located in the middle of the mountain. It occupies a small area, but the location is excellent. It hides the wind and gathers energy. It can be seen that the original location was chosen by an expert. It's just that now it seems that this "goodness" has a hint of too neat and lonely.
Shen Que opened the door himself. He changed into the beige cashmere sweater he wears at home, trousers of the same color, and did not wear glasses. He lost the melancholy at the funeral and became more handsome and gentle, but the tiredness between his eyebrows was vaguely visible.
"Ms. Lin, please come in. Grandpa mentioned it to me, please make this trip." He stepped aside, his smile just right, polite and distant.
The interior is in a minimalist modern style, with large areas of white space and cold, hard lines. The sun shines in through the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, making it so bright that it feels empty. Lin Zhixia's eyes scanned the entrance hall, living room layout, and decorative items.
"My condolences, Mr. Shen." She said politely, without stopping, she walked straight towards the pot of Strelitzia reginae in the southeast corner of the living room, "How long have you had this flower?"
"It's been a few years. It was my mother's favorite when she was alive." Shen Que followed her half a step behind, his voice steady.
"It's growing very well, but it's just placed in a position where the wood energy is too strong, which suppresses the earth position. The southwest belongs to Kun, which means the hostess is at peace. Although it's unintentional, over time, it may suppress the fortune of women in the family." Lin Zhixia's tone was calm, as if she was discussing the weather.
