Jiangnan in the twilight of spring, where the grass grows long and orioles take flight. The blushing peaches and verdant willows, beauty beyond capturing.
At the same time, it is a season when young girls are prone to entertain romantic fancies.
However, at this moment, Huo Ling'er was not entertaining romantic fancies but nursing a melancholy spring sorrow.
She gently pushed open the window and looked out.
The peach blossoms had bloomed, filling the garden with vibrant purples and reds, which at a glance seemed like a vast expanse of morning clouds fallen from the sky. The sweet fragrance of peach blossoms was so refreshing to the soul.
A gust of wind came by, and a few pink peach blossoms fluttered to her window ledge.
Huo Ling'er couldn't help but think of her own situation as she watched the peach blossoms fall.
