Pavilions and towers, fallen blossoms and flowing waters.
This place is painted pink, surrounded by numerous trees. Though it's the cold winter, flowers are in full bloom.
Floral scents spread, with the clear chirps of birds echoing crisply all around.
As you nod and look around, little fish swim joyfully in the flowing waters, occasionally emerging to the surface as if, like cultivators, they are absorbing nature's spiritual energy.
No one else is here, only a cottage nestled among the trees, seemingly the private retreat of Lin Ruoxuan.
When Su Han entered with Lin Ruoxuan, she waved her jade-like hand, and a light barrier instantly surrounded them.
"Have a seat."
She pointed to a stone stool by the stone table, her white fingers long and as enchanting as crystal.
Su Han sat down and straightforwardly asked, "Do you know me?"
Lin Ruoxuan's lips carried a gentle smile.
Her nature was evidently amiable, unlike the aloofness of Mu Shenling or her conceit.
