In Hongfang Garden, the sun was gradually rising.
Golden sunlight drifted from afar like fine golden gravel, lightly coating the medicinal garden. A large cluster of scarlet flowers shimmered in the sunlight, exuding a thin mist, stunning and captivating.
He Xiu sat on the bluestone at the edge of the garden, staring blankly at the person who was picking herbs among the blossoms.
Amidst the thick and vivid colors, the woman's dull dark brown hemp garment blended with the soil beneath the garden, mundane, muddy, and inconspicuous, yet her eyes were clear, her bends focused while picking each colorful flower, her movements practiced as if she had done this a thousand times over.
He Xiu felt like she was dreaming.
Hong Fang Xu was poisonous.
The flower was as alluring and enchanting as a beauty, true to its name, with numerous pink fuzzes growing on its branches and leaves. When the wind blew, the fuzz spread across the sky like a layer of silk mist, enveloping a person tightly.
