"Oh." Her face was somewhat depressed. On one side, Ye Chuyun lengthened her tone. "Some troubles are not impossible."

"Hate!" Ding Yiyi looked at him playfully and pretended to be angry and beat him on the shoulder. Ye Chuyun laughed.

He turned a page. It was a small two-storey foreign-style house with a simple atmosphere inside, green grass outside, two large reclining chairs under the shade, and a small swimming pool beside it.

The garden is surrounded by beautiful impatiens. Outside the house, in front of a wooden fence, a little white boy walks by with a dog.

"Life here is very pleasant, unlike being in an apartment-style house in...