The guesthouse was filled with flowers and plants, all of which Ye Zhao had collected from outside. In her spare time, she would sit down to prune the flowers and tend to the plants. Today, she had been busy all afternoon and had only pruned four or five pots of flowers. After putting the freshly pruned flowers into vases, it was almost time to eat.

With Yuanbao gone, the atmosphere at the dinner table was much quieter, and Ye Zhao finished the meal without much enjoyment. She then wandered around and discussed some details of the guesthouse's decor with Yang Juan and the others. Before she knew it, they had talked for a long time, and when she came to her senses, it was already late. Only then did she get up to go home.

Ye Zhao picked up a bunch of roses she had just cut, greeted them, and went out.

At the same time, Jiang Che and the others came out of the restaurant. Although drinking was inevitable in such occasions, he did not touch a drop of alcohol. Fei Ming and Mu Xu, on the other hand, were a little unsteady on their feet. Jiang Che arranged for someone to take them back, and he prepared to stroll slowly along the bluestone street.

When Ye Zhao went out, the ancient city was bustling with activity. Tourists strolled along the bluestone streets, and children ran and laughed through the streets and alleys. Under the dim streetlights, the ancient city looked peaceful and comfortable.

A gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers wafted by, and Jiang Che squinted as he slowly strolled down the street.

The two walked down the street one after the other, attracting a lot of attention with their good looks, but they were completely unaware of it.

Ye Zhao held a bouquet of roses, her moon-white skirt swaying in the wind, her soft hair fluttering in the breeze, her fair and delicate face looking incredibly beautiful under the dim light.

"Sister Zhao Zhao!" A voice suddenly came from behind her; it was Yang Juan calling her.

Ye Zhao turned around and looked back, her gaze unexpectedly falling into the eyes of the person behind her.

A gentle breeze blows, and the osmanthus blossoms along the street drift down in the wind; time seems to stand still at this moment.

Yang Juan, panting from running, handed the keys to Ye Zhao: "You forgot your keys."

Ye Zhao then snapped out of her daze, took the keys, and said, "Thank you, I forgot in my rush to leave."

Jiang Che stood there, feeling the gentle breeze was intoxicating.

Because there were still customers in the store, Yang Juan handed the key to Ye Zhao and was about to go back when she turned around and found Jiang Che standing behind her. She was surprised for a moment and didn't have time to look at him properly before hurrying back.

Ye Zhao's gaze fell on Jiang Che again, and after looking at him for a couple of seconds, she turned and left.

Jiang Che was slightly taken aback. Suddenly, a child rode a bicycle down the slope ahead and was about to lose control and hit Ye Zhao. Without thinking, Jiang Che quickly stepped forward, grabbed Ye Zhao's waist, and pulled her away.

With a thud, the child bumped into the trash can and burst into heart-wrenching cries.

Ye Zhao was startled when someone put their arm around her waist. Before she could react, she heard a loud bang behind her, followed by the sound of a child crying.

She pulled the hand off her waist, looked up, and met Jiang Che's deep eyes. Both of them were stunned for a moment.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of roses from Ye Zhao's arms, and Jiang Che awkwardly looked away first, then asked, "Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.

Ye Zhao snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "I'm fine, thank you."

Jiang Che nodded: "It's good that you're alright."

He straightened up as if nothing had happened, preparing to leave, but couldn't help letting out a hiss.

Seeing this, Ye Zhao quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

As she asked, she looked him over and saw that Jiang Che had one foot stuck in a crack in the bluestone slab, clearly indicating that he had sprained his ankle.

Seeing this, Ye Zhao felt very guilty and wanted to take a taxi to the hospital, but this street was a pedestrian street and cars were not allowed to enter normally, so Ye Zhao could only make a phone call to Xiao Lin.

Jiang Che also took out his phone, but seeing Ye Zhao's somewhat hurried appearance, he put it back.

"It's nothing, I just twisted my ankle." Jiang Che's voice was calm and composed, which inexplicably soothed Ye Zhao's panic.

After she finished her call, she helped Jiang Che sit down on a flower bed nearby and said guiltily, "I'm so sorry, you wouldn't have sprained your ankle if it weren't for me."

Jiang Che had a faint smile on his face: "It's nothing serious, it was just my carelessness, don't blame yourself."

Ye Zhao felt even more guilty after hearing this. She squatted down to take off Jiang Che's shoes to check how serious the sprain was, but she was afraid that her movements would cause further injury, so she just asked, "How serious is the sprain? Are any bones broken?"

Jiang Che shook his head: "It shouldn't hurt much, it's not particularly painful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhao looked up at him. Their eyes met, and when she met his deep gaze, Ye Zhao suddenly felt that she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember exactly where.

Jiang Che, who was looking down at Ye Zhao, had the same thought in his mind: the person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

A gust of evening wind blew, scattering the roses Ye Zhao had placed on the flowerbed. She finally snapped out of her reverie and looked away. Jiang Che's expression also became slightly uneasy. Under the dim streetlights, the two were lost in their own thoughts.

Fortunately, Green Field was not far away, and Xiao Lin arrived quickly. He drove the car to the intersection, then came over to help Jiang Che get into the car, and the three of them headed to the hospital.

After registering, paying, taking X-rays, and applying medication, it was already midnight.

Xiao Lin accompanied Ye Zhao to the hotel, and only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a sprain. If it had broken a bone, Ye Zhao would have felt incredibly guilty.

Jiang Che felt fine; he had only sprained his ankle, nothing serious.

After returning home, Ye Zhao looked at the payment slip in her hand again. The name Jiang Che sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before. After thinking about it for a while without success, she gave up and stopped trying. She was exhausted from working so hard. She tossed the slip aside and went upstairs to wash up and rest.

The next morning, after waking up, Mu Xu went to Jiang Che's room after having breakfast as usual. However, as soon as she entered the room and saw Jiang Che sitting in a wheelchair, she was shocked and rushed over to ask about his injuries.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he learned it was just a sprain. He and Fei Ming had drunk a bit too much last night. Not only did they neglect their boss, but they also had to ask him to arrange for someone to take them back. That was bad enough, but the boss also came back injured. What kind of situation was this?

Meanwhile, Ye Zhao, sitting in the breakfast shop downstairs from Jiang Che, sent him a message.

Good morning, are you awake? I've come to bring you breakfast. What would you like to eat?

Jiang Che smiled slightly upon seeing the message, then had Mu Xu push him back into the room.

Mu Xu looked puzzled: "Don't you eat breakfast? The hotel breakfast is pretty good today, or I can get you some to go?"

Jiang Che waved his hand and said, "No need, just push me back."

Although Mu Xu didn't understand, he pushed him back. On the way, he ran into Fei Ming coming out of his room. The two exchanged glances for a while. Fei Ming felt uneasy, but remembering that he still had work to do, he went back to his room first.

When Ye Zhao arrived, Mu Xu opened the door. He thought Fei Ming had forgotten something, but unexpectedly, a beautiful woman was standing in front of him when he opened the door.

Hello, is there anything I can help you with?

Ye Zhao smiled and asked, "Hello, does Jiang Che live here?"

Mu Xu's expression cracked slightly: "Who are you talking about?"