Noble young master + poor boy = =
Bloody shit. .
I really don't want to write copy. . .
Decided to torture ~ Wakaka ~ ~ If the torture starts... Yuanmu
After carefully transplanting the last potted heather seedling to the outdoor nursery, Neo patted his soil-covered hands and smiled with relief. It is now warm spring, and the heather planted last season has begun to bloom. I believe that by September, the garden will be flooded with strings of pot-shaped purple flowers. At about that time, the roses that Eric, the village gardener, had brought from the city to decorate the garden must have been in full bloom, and the labyrinth surrounded by holly bushes had basically taken shape. Just imagining the scene where the originally lifeless garden was suddenly covered with lush greenery and became vibrant, Neo couldn't help but forget about the burning sensation caused by the sun and laughed out loud.