As the saying goes, where you fall, you have to get up.

In order to redeem his impression in Mr. Feng's heart, show his face more and brush up his favorability, An Jincheng took the initiative to take the important task of reminding Mr. Feng to take medicine on time.

No, as soon as the sky was bright, An Jincheng stood outside Fenghua's door, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, and after a slight adjustment, he gently unscrewed the door knob and walked in.

With the help of the light in the aisle, and leaning against the wall to break a corner, An Jincheng carefully avoided the edge of the bed along the route in his memory, and finally turned on the bedside lamp after a while of fumbling.

Then he looked cautiously and respectfully at the bed.

"Mr. Feng, should ...... Huh? ”

In the field of vision, the quilt that should have been raised was silently rolled in a corner as if it had been abandoned.

The bed was empty at this point.

……

Frank Palace.

This manor in the heart of the treacherous city is bathed in golden light.

It was a margaret chrysanthemum in the sun.

As the family flower of the Daniel family, Margaret chrysanthemum has been planted around the palace on a large scale since the Daniel family entered the palace and became the owner of the estate.

The square flower field guards the palace in the manor, and it is the most striking existence of the treacherous city.

Santos was one of the servants tasked with looking after the flower fields.

As the private property of the great nobles, although Santos's family does not have personal freedom like the commoners, it is good to enjoy the shade with its back against the big tree, and the basic food and clothing can still be guaranteed to a certain extent.

Even so, Santos still has his own troubles-

As a family that has cultivated and cultivated the noble flower margarita chrysanthemum for generations, his father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather were all good gardeners.

The craft was passed on to his generation, and although it was greatly diminished by talent, he knew how to make up for it with his acquired diligence, and what he learned from his father was barely enough to cope with the daily situation.

But his son Roroa was different. Not only did he not get the slightest talent for gardening from him, but Roroa himself had no interest in gardening.

Santos couldn't imagine what would happen when the family that made a living from gardening lost the craft they relied on.

He almost turned white.

However, Roroa himself did not care about this at all.

Sixteen years old is the age of cunning and rebellion in his bones. He longed for the decent and comfortable life of the aristocratic lords, but he knew that conformism like old Santos could only maintain the status quo from generation to generation.

So Roroa was going to find a different way, or rather a way to survive of his own—and just yesterday, he met an adult who was particularly generous.

It is said that the adult is not human. But fortunately, the adult looked like a human being, and Roroa didn't think too much about it, but agreed with the former on the place and time to meet again.

And now, the time is approaching.

Luo Luoya quickly finished tending to the flower field assigned to him by his father, and carefully tidied up the yellowed and wrinkled corners of his clothes, and came to the northeast corner of the manor, under the vine trellis where the sun could not shine.

There, a white figure stood silently among the branches and leaves.

Luo Luoya subconsciously looked around, and saw that no one was passing by, so he hurriedly stepped forward.

"White ...... Lord Bai Mu ......"

As if sensing the staggered footsteps behind him, the figure slowly turned.

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