“What do you want to tell me?” Dorothy asked Alex as she looked at him curiously in the back garden.

As their eyes met, they recalled the various experiences that they had gone through over the years.

Under such circumstances at this moment, Alex didn’t even know how to speak. The words on the tip of his tongue finally changed to “I heard you’ve been really busy lately. Do you need to often travel outstation for the company?”.

“Uh—, it’s still okay!” Dorothy turned her gaze away with the corner of her mouth curving up slightly.

In Alex’s eyes, her demeanor seemed to have turned into a guilty conscience. His heart sank with an inexplicable pain shooting through him.

“Did Beatrice say something to you?” The woman walked forward a few steps. In front of her was the small garden that she carefully cultivated. It was the very same piece of spiritual soil that she had taken from Alex previously. The spiritual grain and frosty octagon flowers planted on it were very lush. There were al