Early the next morning.
Liu Zixuan leaned against the edge of the manor balcony, gazing at the beautiful scenery of Lingxiu Village. For a moment, he felt as though he was merging with heaven and earth, bringing him immense comfort.
Liu Ruyan gently walked over, removed the cigarette butt from his mouth, and draped a coat over him. "It's so cold, why are you daydreaming here?"
"Just admiring the scenery." Liu Zixuan suddenly pointed ahead and asked, "What is that lush green patch in front of the medicine field?"
"It's the philodendron planted by Mr. Wang," Liu Ruyan replied.
"I haven't visited the old man since coming back, which is quite impolite. You all go back to the clinic first; I'll go chat with Mr. Wang." Liu Zixuan put on his coat and walked outside.
