At Solara, deep in Peacock Hall, there was a sea of lavender.Amid the purple lavender sea, a circle of white roses was planted.A middle-aged man with a refined appearance was squatting on the ground, carefully watering the roses.Upon closer inspection, half of the man's face was covered by a mask.The other half of his face, his eyes no longer young, was covered with fine wrinkles.Every wrinkle represented his longing and affection for the person in his heart.He came to tend to the roses in person every day, rain or shine.This was something he had to do every day, and it was also the time when he felt most relaxed.This was a place off-limits to everyone else. No one was allowed to approach.In the past, some daring individuals wanted to come in to see. But they ended up becoming the fertilizer for this field of roses.But, at this moment, Bart, an employee, suddenly barged in. Bart shouted as he ran, "Mr. Solace! Mr. Solace!"The two guards stationed outside were dumb
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