Gu Shengyin furrowed her brow, but she didn't say anything.
No matter what his identity is, he surely has his own privacy.
Since he is unwilling to speak, she naturally won't press him for answers.
...
Nighttime.
Gu Shengyin blew out the lamp in her room, and after making sure there were no prying eyes around, she turned over and lay down on the bed.
Then, she closed her eyes and, in the next moment, her whole being appeared in a wondrous place.
Green grass was lush, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of drifting white mist, which made the place seem like an ethereal paradise.
The distant scenery was shrouded in the mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
Gu Shengyin's attention was focused on the nearby area.
Right in front of her was the Spiritual Spring.
On the land beside it, flowerpots and seedlings were already properly placed together.
Gu Shengyin planned to cultivate flowers directly in this space over the next two months.
