Flying back to Shanghai from New York, I fell asleep unknowingly on the plane. When I woke up, Tong Jing found that his head was actually resting on Yang Pu's shoulder, and he immediately bounced off him and straightened his posture.

  "Are you awake?" Yang Pu closed his eyes, a good-looking arc rising at the corner of his mouth.

  Tong Jing smoothed his hair with his hand and softly said "en".

  "We're almost in Shanghai—" Yangpu opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

  "I actually slept for that long!" Tong Jing couldn't believe it himself, from New York to Shanghai is almost 13 hours, he had slept for at least ten hours, which means Yang Pu didn't move at all and let him lean on his shoulder for a whole ten hours, wasn't his shoulder sore????

  "Maybe I've got jet lag, but you look like you haven't slept much either—" Yang Pu's heart was already filled with flowers, and he felt wonderful, not minding at all that Tong Jing leaned against him for a little while longer, best if it was forever.

  After getting off the plane and passing through various security checks, Yang Pu took Tong Jing to an old villa on Hengshan Road. In fact, this old villa was where Yang Pu's grandmother had lived since she was a child, and it had changed hands several times over the years. Five years ago, Yang Pu's grandmother had bought back her own old house from someone else, but she never came to live here, leaving it vacant all along.

  Tong Jing has always liked Hengshan Road, which is a beautiful street filled with exotic charm. The narrow carriageway is flanked by pedestrian walkways shaded by trees, and the openwork iron railings separate pedestrians from vehicles. The tall French plane trees cover almost the entire street, giving it an elegant and noble appearance. Along the street, bars of various styles add a touch of fashion and modernity.

  "My goodness, your family has a house here too. You know, houses in this area are so hard to come by these days -" Tong Jing couldn't help but exclaim as she admired the old villas.

  "This is where my grandmother lived since she was a child, and she has deep feelings for this place. She insisted on buying back the old house where she used to live as a kid, and surprisingly, the owner really sold it to her, but at a very high price." Yang Pu pushed open the iron gate and led Tong Jing inside.

  Tong Jing listened and stood still on the spot, "This house is too precious, I can't afford it!"

  Yang Pu smiled slightly and walked over to naturally take hold of Tong Jing, "What's the big deal about staying or not staying? You stay here, will the house collapse? Isn't it still a perfectly fine house?"

  "It's like that, but this house is like an antique, a rare work of art, you have to be careful when living in it!" Tong Jing still didn't realize that his hand was being held by someone, and he was worried about whether he would accidentally damage the precious old mansion.

  "Don't worry, even if you mess it up, I won't ask you to pay for it. Just stay inside and that's fine." Yang Pu took out the key, slowly opened the door, and led Tong Jing into the house. "I've already asked the nanny to clean the whole house. She'll come tomorrow to take care of you. From now on, all your daily needs will be taken care of by her..."

  Put the luggage in your hand aside, and took Tong Jing upstairs. "This is your bedroom upstairs, the bedding and everything are new. Take a look and see if you need anything else. I'll go buy it for you now!"

  Tong Jing walked into the bedroom, where the coffee-colored background wall, white bed, white wardrobe and yellow wall lamp immersed the entire room in a soft, romantic atmosphere, bringing a sense of elegance and comfort. The two pots of pale pink flowers and one small green plant on the windowsill added a touch of natural freshness. On the light-colored wooden floor, two black rugs with artistic shapes endowed the space with a sense of spirituality. A pale pink chair leaned quietly against the wall, exuding an air of serenity and leisure.

  "It's a very beautiful bedroom, nothing is missing..." Tong Jun didn't know what to say at this moment, it was clear that Yang Pu had carefully decorated the room, she really hadn't expected this boy could do so much for her.

  "Ah, as long as you like it ——" Yang Pu suddenly remembered something and dragged Tong Jun downstairs to a courtyard. "There's also a big yard here, you can plant flowers and grass, and you can even raise small cats and dogs——" Yang Pu spoke endlessly, wanting to take care of Tong Jun meticulously, letting her live without worries or troubles, happily and freely, no longer living in exhaustion and pain.

  Tong Jing listened quietly to the comfortable life arranged by Yang Pu, and that feeling had unknowingly entered her heart. She thought, even if the fallen flowers became mud, and the tears of the shellfish turned into pearls, no matter how far apart they were, she would always give that grateful heart to Yang Pu.