He's always concerned about Jian Yufei's health.
As soon as he arrived here, he couldn't wait to cure her illness.
Hua Zhongsheng said, "Everyone's tired today, let's rest for a night and treat her tomorrow."
Waiting for one night isn't a problem.
Jian Yufei and Ruan Tianling were arranged in a room on the second floor.
Standing on the room's balcony, you could see the purple sea of flowers below.
Jian Yufei gazed at the lavender in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Ruan Tianling hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "What are you thinking about?"
Jian Yufei answered irrelevantly, "Do you know the flower language of lavender?"
"I don't know."
"It's waiting for love. Do you think Uncle Fool has been waiting for someone?"
Otherwise, he wouldn't like lavender so much, even going so far as to develop pesticides to make lavender bloom year-round.
