The budding lily flower, with its elegant posture and lush green leaves, was pleasing to the eye, but could only be admired from afar and not played with frivolously.
When the night was deep and quiet, under the bright moonlight, the lily flower that quietly bloomed revealed its tender white petals. The flesh of the flower was sweet and delicious, and its faint fragrance was intoxicating.
After a night of stormy rain, although the raindrops had dampened the petals, they had also nourished the flower, making it more tender and full of vitality.
Like a lily that still bloomed in the rain.
This night might have great significance in the entire history of the elven race.
Because their great princess accomplished something that many ancestors before her could not do, as if telling all the elves that no matter how powerful the demon race was, there would always come a day when they could be ridden by the elves.
