"I can't satisfy my parents' demands, but surely I can satisfy a little thing like you? Nectar is on the house! As long as I'm here, eat as much as you want!"
He said this to the clueless flower fairy with a heroic air, but after speaking, he sighed in self-mockery. "Ah, I'm just awkwardly talking to myself… How pathetic."
But in any case, the times he spent watering and fertilizing the plant, feeding the Flower Fairy nectar every evening, and watching her happily lap it up were rare moments when Chen Zhicheng could finally relax and smell the sweet floral scent.
His hard, tedious work seemed to have found some meaning. Gradually, the Flower Fairy even began to fly over and greet him proactively whenever he returned to his room, bringing with her a cool breeze—a rare treat in summer—and the light fragrance of orchids.
