The door was unlocked, leaving a small gap, and a ray of sunlight was reflected along the gap, and he gently stretched out his hand to open it a few more points.

When the door opened, he saw the empty bed at a glance, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the terrace.

The glass door of the terrace opened, and an emaciated figure crouched in front of some flowers and plants, holding a pair of scissors and carefully trimming the foliage.

Xiang Tianlai didn't notice the movement here, and took a small black scissor to carefully cut off some yellow and withered leaves, and then examined it repeatedly, pruning the shape as much as possible.

Xu is arm has been raised for a long time, and the wound is a little painful, so she has to gently lower her arm and stop for a while.

Although the two gunshot wounds were carefully bandaged and treated, after all, the time was too short for the wounds to heal at all, so that her every move was laborious.

It's just that she really doesn't want to lie in bed all day long, like a waste person waiting to die, and would rather get up and find something to do.

She didn't know why she liked to feed these things, maybe because she had too many fights and killings when she was a child, and she had too many running and tiring.

At that time, life was very hard, and most of what I thought about every day was rent, water and electricity, and the enemy's creditors either ate the last meal and wanted to eat the next meal, and the days passed without any energy to enjoy a moment of tranquility, and it was completely for the sake of living.

So since she was comfortable here, with Yin Shaolong's protection, she began to like to play with these things, pruning branches every day, watering and fertilizing, and moving inside and out, but she didn't feel tired, but felt a rare tranquility.

Yin Shaolong stood outside the door for a while, then pushed open the door and walked in.

Maybe it was because the window was open, so it was windy, and the door creaked.

"Mingming, you're back?" Xiang Tianlai didn't look back, he spoke softly, and he was holding a watering can in his hand to spray flowers and plants.

During this period of time, she was not there, and these flowers and plants were also a little messy, so her task was not light, plus she raised a lot of things, and she moved slowly, so it was enough for her to be busy for a few days.

Yin Shaolong was silent and did not speak, walked a little closer, leaned against the glass door of the terrace, and quietly watched her busy with concentration.

The afternoon sun looked warm on her, and the small pink flowers on her home clothes added a bit of life to her, making her look a little more gentle and peaceful, as if just looking like this for a while, his heart would calm down.

After a while, Xiang Tianlai's shoulders and arms began to ache again, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, so that she had to temporarily put down the things in her hand and raise her other hand to cover her wound lightly, as if she wanted to relieve the pain.

Yin Shaolong, who was behind him, saw her pale side face, and his originally lazy and casual posture couldn't help but be a little restrained, and even his gaze at her was stained with a touch of worry.

After resting like this for a while, Xiang Tianlai felt a little better, so he got up again and picked up the kettle on the side, planning to pour some more water, and wait until tomorrow to do the rest.

As soon as her fingers touched the kettle, another pair of beautiful and excessively large hands had already taken the lead in lifting the kettle, jumped past her and began to water the flowers and plants carefully.

Xiang Tianlai was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at him.

But Yin Shaolong just focused on watering, didn't open his mouth, didn't raise his head, everything seemed so careless.