Lin Chan gave her a bottle of perfume, which she placed on the bedside table. With a gentle press, the whole room was filled with a faint floral fragrance.
After tidying up and seeing the room full of her belongings, He Zhilan left her home satisfied to retrieve her four pots of plants from Chen Zheng's house.
Having not seen them for a long time, the jasmine flowers had almost withered, but the mimosa was growing stronger. He Zhilan gently touched the leaves of the mimosa and laughed to herself, "You, oh you! Just like He Mutou, you only react when pushed into a corner!"
After resting for three days in the military, He Zhilan went back to work. Lin Jie had the capability to keep the translation agency busy with one job after another. Although He Teng hadn't returned from his assignment, He Zhilan, like a little wife waiting for her husband to return home, still went to work from dawn till dusk every day; even Lin Jie couldn't convince her to rest in the city.
