These thoughts echoed in my mind, carrying along, a mix of curiosity and speculation.

Although the sight just now was beautiful, it felt somewhat odd - after losing my job, I was surprised to see him, still so engrossed in nourishing the flowers and plants.

Quite eccentric indeed.

Kent glanced back at the blossoming garden, chuckling lightly.

"Plants have lives too. If I take care of them, they'll reciprocate.

Just breathe in, isn't the aroma refreshing? Enough to keep one in high spirits for the day."

As he uttered these words, his eyes squinted slightly, carefully inspecting the results of his efforts.

Noticing a bit of cobweb on a flower...