苏晚正趴在 Nine Thousand Year Old's (九千岁) study window, peering out at the garden below. The garden was in full bloom, full of flowers and greenery, and a gentle breeze swayed the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the window, making her start. She looked up and saw the Nine Thousand Year Old standing there, holding a book in his hand. His face was calm and composed, but his eyes were full of meaning.

苏晚's heart beat faster. She knew that the Nine Thousand Year Old was not easy to get along with, but today, he seemed a little different. He walked over to the window and stood beside her.

"Looking at something interesting?" His voice was low and deep, making her shiver slightly.

苏晚 shook her head and said, "No, I was just admiring the scenery."

The Nine Thousand Year Old smiled slightly and said, "There's nothing special about this scenery. It's just an ordinary garden."

苏晚 suddenly had an idea. She turned her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling. "Then, why don't we add something special to this garden? For example, a small pond?"