The camellia was about half her height, with roughly a dozen blossoms. However, its petals were not quite the same as those of the camellias around her and, moreover, they were golden.
In the sunlight, those petals were dazzlingly yellow, as if coated with a layer of beeswax—crystalline and glossy with a slight translucency.
The golden flowers were exquisite and elegant, swaying gracefully in the wind.
Chiang Xiao instinctively felt that this flower was out of the ordinary.
She intended to ask her grandfather if he recognized this variety of camellia, but when she turned her head, she saw him not far off, bending over searching for medicinal herbs, so she swallowed her question, walked past the camellias, and approached the golden camellia.
Up close, the flower seemed even more stunning.
Its oily petals were akin to jade.
She looked to the left and right and saw that this was the only one, and her heart stirred.
