The next morning, the sun was scorching, but the small garden in the mental hospital was particularly refreshing because of the shade of the trees.
At that moment, Zhao Yu was squatting next to a flower bush. He pretended to stare at the bright flowers, while secretly looking at Liu Cheng, who was three meters away from him.
Zhao Yu had a stubborn temper. Even though he had planned to return empty-handed the night before, he still wanted to try again after dawn.
Zhao Yu didn't know why, but he felt that he had attracted Liu Cheng's attention, even though Liu Cheng had never talked to him in the past nine days.
This was because, in the past few days, Liu Cheng had been casting curious looks at him, intentionally or otherwise. This had never happened in the first few days.
At this moment, Liu Cheng was squatting in front of a peony flower, looking down at something.