Cai Wenchuan walked towards the kitchen, his back to her, and said, "I'll go cook. You go and look around the garden. If you need to buy any flowers, write them down in your notebook, and I'll go to the flower market to buy them tomorrow."

Wen Yu gazed at his retreating figure with deep affection, a blush rising on her face. She nodded meekly and walked towards the beautiful little garden.

This was planted by him, bit by bit, for her.

It was already quite dark, but there was a light in one corner of the garden. She turned it on, and the light, as white as snow, poured down like moonlight, illuminating the beautiful flowers. The flowers had probably been watered during the day, and now, there were crystal-clear dewdrops on the leaves. They sparkled under the light, as dazzling as diamonds, and were truly beautiful.

Ye Wenyu walked slowly in the garden, quietly watching the colorful flowers, all of which were trimmed into huge spheres. Each flowerpot was a large flower ball. Because she loved growing flowers, she knew that the flower was called a marguerite, and its flower language was "first love." The flower was as shy as a young girl.

It's impossible for an average person to make marguerites bloom into a ball. Brother Wen said he wasn't good at growing flowers, but that was just him being modest. He had planted a whole yard full of marguerites, and he took very good care of them.

Ye Wenyu stood in the garden under the night sky, her head bowed, gazing at the beautiful flowers. She thought to herself, "Brother Wen must have been thinking of me all these years we were apart. He built a small garden for me, and he planted it full of Marguerites, which symbolize our first love. He took very good care of the Marguerites."

Was she his first love? Does seeing Margaret remind him of her?

That's why he poured his heart and soul into it, investing himself without regard to the cost, and even creating a beautiful garden for her when he might never see her again.

Upon discovering this, Ye Wenyu felt a surge of sweetness in her heart.