C909 Happiness at Last

Beiming Mo was sitting on a rattan chair in the yard with a cup of tea beside him and a magazine or newspaper in front of him.

He smelled the unique scent of melon and fruit that came with the wind from the small garden that he had personally grown.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood.

I went back to my aunt's farm music...

The cute little girl was not far from him