Spring blooms, ice and snow melt, and that's all there is to it.
The driver secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing without having to guess that the person sending the text message must be Miss Sophie Wilson.
No one else has the ability to stir his master's emotions like this.
The driver looked through the rearview mirror and noticed a problem—his master was frowning as if faced with a problem that had been waiting a century for him to solve.
The driver was mulling this over in his heart.
What could possibly trouble his master?
Even if the driver couldn't figure it out, he knew it must be of great importance, a problem that neither ordinary nor extraordinary people could solve.
Otherwise, his master wouldn't be so troubled.
After all, he'd been by his master's side for so long, and he'd never seen him like this.
This command must be difficult to issue.
