Late at night, Jiang Beiran pushed open a long coral window. Outside the window was a backyard filled with exotic flowers and plants, looking very beautiful.
Looking to the other side, there were sixteen tuber trees standing there, each of them tall and handsome.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew over, causing the flowers to fall. Thousands and tens of thousands of flowers spread out on the ground. The pure white ling flowers fluttered in the backyard like the first snow, looking very beautiful.
A crescent moon streaked across the exquisite turret, casting a hazy and brilliant light on the high wall. In the bright moonlight, a figure gradually appeared.
The figure was wearing an ice-blue long-sleeved shirt with a pair of narrow sleeves. The front and sleeves were embroidered with the pattern of Soaring Clouds with sapphire blue silk threads. His indigo trousers were tucked into his brocade boots. He was striding toward Jiang Beiran.
