When Chi Yunxi raced back to Tinglan Waterside, it was already dinner time.
She pushed the door open and entered; the large villa was quiet.
The living room, dining room, bedroom—there was no sign of Mu Shengfeng anywhere, not even any takeaway boxes in the trash bin.
Full of suspicion, Chi Yunxi turned her head and caught sight of Mu Shengfeng busy in the garden downstairs, his entire body bathed in the glow of the sunset, like he was coated in a layer of gold, indescribably handsome.
Mu Shengfeng squatted by the edge of the flowerbed, holding a hoe, digging and patting the soil, looking as if he were loosening it.
Leaving early tomorrow, he was loosening the soil in the garden; was he planning to plant something?
Resignedly sighing, Chi Yunxi's figure remained unmoving for a long time, just standing at the window watching, until Mu Shengfeng glanced up and happened to see the silhouette at the window.
