Song Yaoyao ran so quickly, it was hard to catch her breath.

It didn't take long for her to reach the greenhouse.

The greenhouse was a large glasshouse. Outside, winter was in full force; inside, it felt like spring with blooming flowers.

The moon hung in the dark sky, casting a soft light upon them.

The lights were on inside and a faint figure could be seen.

The man's eyebrows were relaxed and he looked classy.

He was wearing a collared shirt and a big coat.

It was strange. Before she saw him, she had wanted to grow wings and fly straight into his arms. But now that she saw him, she actually slowed down her pace. Even her breathing slowed down like she was afraid of interrupting him.

She gently approached.

The lights shone down from above onto the man's face. His eyelashes were long, casting a curved shadow on his cheeks. It was more attractive than anything in the world.

He was charming and gorgeous.

"Gege."

Song Yaoyao leaned against the glass door as she waved at Huo Yunque. "Can I come in?" she asked weakly.

The door wasn't locked, but after learning that it was the anniversary of Mrs. Huo's death, she did not dare to act recklessly.

The small figure stood outside, huddling up like a ball because of the cold. Every now and then, she shivered pitifully.

Huo Yunque helplessly walked over and opened the door.

"It's not locked. Why didn't you just walk in?"

"I...I wasn't brave enough to!"

She pouted her lips, ran in, and grabbed onto the tip of his finger.

The greenhouse was a constant temperature and maintained throughout the day to guarantee that the flowers bloomed to their full potential.

This was Song Yaoyao's first time here, so she gasped in surprise.

She weaved through the plants with Huo Yunque. Since she had gotten used to the cold and bare winter, these flowers were a bit of a foreign sight.

It was like she had fallen into a wormhole and entered another world.

She was surrounded by all varieties of flowers.

Whether Song Yaoyao recognized them or not, they were beautiful.

Moreover, they were different from the neatly trimmed and pruned plants that she normally saw. These flowers were growing wildly!

For example, the frame at the front was covered in roses. Underneath it sat a wooden table and a wicker chair, and on top of the table, there was a purple clay teapot.

Next to it was a shelf filled with pots of orchids.

Apart from this, there were a lot of other plants.

"The person who grew these flowers must know how to enjoy life," Song Yaoyao sighed. As she entered the greenhouse, her heart seemed to calm down. If she sat down here and had a cup of tea, her entire body would be so relaxed.

"No."

Huo Yunque's lips curved. "She's a frivolous person."

"Huh?" Song Yaoyao knew these flowers were grown by Huo Yunque's mother. In that case, Huo Yunque's words were referring to his mother. In that case...

"Is she more frivolous than me?" she asked.

Huo Yunque thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, noisier than you. You are"—he lowered his gaze and analyzed Song Yaoyao—"very well-behaved."

Thump, thump, thump...

Song Yaoyao's heart beat so quickly, she almost lost control of it. She opened her lips and her face flushed red.

She wanted to tell Gege that he couldn't say that; that it was his mother's death anniversary, and he should be serious!

As they walked further in, Song Yaoyao realized there was a grand piano inside.

Her eyes lit up and she turned her head to look around.

There was even a chaise next to the grand piano. The grand piano was nondescript here, yet it seemed to fit harmoniously.

It was like it had traveled here from another time and space.

There were some words on the wall. When Song Yaoyao saw what was written, she let out a laugh.