It was as if she had drunk a potion of awakening; in just one second, she had returned to her optimal state, and if this were used to sober up...
A thought flashed by, and a sharp glint flickered in her eyes.
Oh, she almost treated the Qing Xinrui as an ordinary flower, her dark brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of displeasure flared on her delicate and tender little face.
In her previous life, she had recognized countless herbs, and now, having been reborn, she was making such a fundamental mistake. If it were an ordinary flower, how come there were no bees or butterflies in sight? Moreover, although the fragrance of the flower was strong, it was contained within a certain range. No scent spread beyond ten steps from this sea of flowers; could it be that someone had cast a spell over this flower garden?
Looking around, she found nothing unusual, and Zhiyan could no longer care about anything else, fully concentrating on the herbs before her eyes.
