As New Year's Day approached, Shen Zhiyi had just completed filming her role and, honoring her previous promise to Pei Yu, planned to rest for a while.
"This winter seems particularly cold," she said, sitting in the greenhouse of the Huating's flower room, watching the fine drizzle outside, speaking to the butler.
"It is quite cold," the butler replied, trimming some branches, when he heard Shen Zhiyi's phone ringing, "seems like there's a call."
The phone was in the thick coat, muffled by the heavy fabric, emitting only a dull sound. Reminded by him, Shen Zhiyi realized it and took out her phone to look.
"Hello," the call was from Wang Feifei directly, "Sister Feifei."
"Zhiyi," Wang Feifei's always been brisk and talked fast, mentioning a name, "she fractured her leg this morning, there's a vacancy in the variety show she was recording, do you want to fill in temporarily?"