Opening the car door, the rich fragrance immediately wafted over from afar.
Tang Mulin reached out to hold Chu Jinnian's arm, "I want to go see the rose field first."
"At your command."
Chu Jinnian took Tang Mulin's hand and led her towards the backyard.
In mid-February in Paris, the air still carried a chill, but Tang Mulin didn't feel cold at all, warmth touched her from the palm of her hands to the bottom of her heart.
Walking from the front yard to the backyard, seeing a lush expanse of roses wherever her gaze landed, a slight smile curved Tang Mulin's lips.
The grass lay below the steps of the front yard.
There was a rose field in the backyard.
If she wasn't mistaken, at the end of the rose field, there should be a big tree.
On the tree, a fully-equipped treehouse, small as a sparrow but complete in every detail.
There was a bed inside the treehouse.
Next to the bed there was a carpet on the floor, and by the head of the bed, a bedside table.
