Unfortunately, the man in the back garden saw the scene unfold, and a layer of gloom swiftly enveloped his deep, dark eyes.
"Damn woman, what is she doing up there?"
...
Is this hypoglycemia?
Wen Meimei faintly realized she felt a bit dizzy, but there was no pain, so it probably wasn't a fever.
After sitting on the ground for a while, she stood up, steadying herself against the wall as she walked back to her room.
After cleaning up, she immediately grabbed the water cup beside her computer and gulped down the overnight stale water before heading downstairs.
After finishing breakfast in a hurry, she felt rejuvenated and trotted into the back garden.
Qiao Chengxun was still tending to the flowers in the garden, earnestly pruning an unknown green plant, not even glancing at Wen Meimei's arrival.
Wen Meimei didn't bother with him either and walked on her own to a small rose bed, reaching out to touch a rose.