Ye Xiangming had been in a coma for several days, actually feeling weak throughout her body, but suddenly finding herself in an unfamiliar place, facing Tian Bujue, his face, which seemed cold and unapproachable, left her no choice but to stand up and follow him.
Exiting the room, there were green mountains and clear waters, rows of houses, and the fragrance of peach blossoms everywhere.
Ye Xiangming glanced around and knew this was not the Southwest Territory. In the Southwest, there were no places like this, and the peach blossoms there had long since withered, but here, as far as the eye could see, there were peach blossoms everywhere, their branches lush and fragrant with the scent carried by the wind.
These peach trees seemed unusual, the extraordinary fragrance of the blossoms vaguely carried a medicinal scent, clearly indicating that the trees were nourished by some sort of potion, likely blooming all year round without withering.
