She stood there, dumbfounded. As she looked around, she saw a lush forest through which she could discern a magnificent villa standing proudly among English ivy and roses, resembling an ancient castle.
"Where is this?" Qin Yin asked, still in a daze.
Nan Sichen, hugging her, said, "Come."
They walked together through the not so dense forest, and truly enough, what laid in front was an ancient castle. It seemed to be newly built, and Qin Yin could even smell the scent of the freshly quarried stones.
Surrounding the castle were white roses in full bloom. The roses in the wind seemed to emanate a fresh smile, so pure that one could not help but be captivated. The delicate, lightweight white was so pleasing, and the raindrops on the petals looked like crystals.
"Where is this?" Qin Yin asked again.
It was evident that she liked this place, and had it not been raining, she probably would have run around it all day.
