Outside, the gentle rain mist taps on the glass like a soft lullaby.
In the future, around the kitchen island, small moments of beauty are unfolding in an orderly manner.
Ning Youguang is leading Shi Wangyue to arrange the fresh flowers they just bought from the flower market in the rain.
"The New Year should be festive, so today let's use pink and blue as the main colors."
While trimming the flower branches, she ponders what kind of vase each flower should go into.
Shi Wangyue cooperates, taking out the vases one by one from the cabinet for her to choose from.
"Should I take out a few colored vases?" Shi Wangyue asks, standing in front of the cabinet.
"Sure, the purple one that looks cut like a diamond, and the 'Safe Life' one, the small vase the hotel gave us when we went for dinner, get them all for me."
"Okay." Shi Wangyue quickly finds the two small vases Ning Youguang wanted in the cabinet.
