Outside, spring rain was drifting down.
Ning Youguang was pulling Shi Wangyue along, trying to plant the old rose bushes, daisy seedlings, and purslane seeds they bought online in the garden before it started raining heavily.
When Xia Fei sent a video call via WeChat, the two of them were covered in mud from planting flowers.
"What are you guys doing?" Xia Fei asked curiously as she caught a glimpse of the two mud-covered figures in the camera.
"Planting flowers," Ning Youguang laughed and replied.
Xia Fei was momentarily stunned, and after a while, she sighed, "You two really have too much leisure time."
Ning Youguang said, "We have not only leisure but also poetry in our hearts."
Xia Fei felt he was unbearably smug, "Alright, alright, stop showing off, as if no one else has ever planted flowers in spring."
Ning Youguang said, "Your fiancé hasn't."
Xia Fei was so choked that she couldn't speak for a moment and said angrily, "Are you done yet?"
