The foot of Bai Gu Mountain in front of her was planted with a large expanse of trees. She didn't know what kind of trees they were, but their trunks were straight, branches lush, leaves sparse and translucent, and their fresh greenness gave them an elegant bearing.
In the vast woods, wildflowers spread everywhere in reds, pinks, blues, and yellows, drawing flitting butterflies.
Amidst it all, there was a narrow path that weaved through the meadow and woods, and one could faintly see stone steps climbing upward, like a passage leading into a secret scenic wonderland.
The morning sunshine cascaded down, warm and tranquil.
Chiang Xiao gazed at the beautiful scene, only wishing she had a sketchbook, a few sheets of paper, and a chair, so she could sit here and paint for an entire day!
What Chiang Xiao regretted most in her previous life was not traveling and seeing more of the beautiful world.
She could almost say she was painting in seclusion.
