The last rays of sunlight on the horizon were no longer so dazzling.
The soft, colorful clouds were beautiful and captivating.
The clouds slowly gathered together, forming a ball, with the western side tinged with gold.
Her pale skin was almost transparent.
Hang Suisui thought Yin Huaizhu was rather thin.
His limbs were long and slender, but not sickly thin; rather, they possessed a unique resilience.
In the evening breeze, wisps of hair on her forehead swayed in the wind, partially obscuring a pair of clear, bright eyes that seemed to see into the depths of the human heart.
His exceptionally handsome profile was even more striking in the rosy light, revealing sharp and remarkably strong features.
"Is it good?"
A gentle voice rang out in the early spring breeze.
Hang Suisui looked up and said in a soft, sweet voice, "It tastes very good, like a sweet juice with a floral fragrance."
The alcohol content of the cocktail increased over time.
He buried this jar of wine last year.
It has very little alcohol content and tastes like a peach blossom-flavored wine.
This kind of flower wine is specifically designed for girls.
Yin Huaizhu took a small sip of the contents of her cup.
My gaze shifted to the peach trees in the distance, where the peach blossoms were in full bloom.
"It's a pity that it doesn't bear fruit year after year."
It has been 21 years since the day it was planted.
Yin Huaizhu's gaze swept over the small bamboo grove next to her, which was also planted at that time.
"Maybe it's just not the right time yet." Hang Suisui looked at the tree and took a sip of wine.
Yin Huaizhu nodded slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on Hang Suisui: "Do you like peach blossoms?"
"I like it."
Hang Suisui smiled. The slight alcohol content of the peach blossom wine brought a blush to her cheeks, making her even more radiant in the glow of the sunset.
Yin Huaizhu gazed at her, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing in his eyes: "Actually, this peach tree was planted by me for someone."
Hang Suisui tightened her grip on the cup in her hand and looked at Yin Huaizhu with curiosity: "For whom?"
Yin Huaizhu doesn't seem like the kind of person who would plant flowers and trees for anyone.
Hang Suisui had a keen sense that this might be related to his obsession.
Yin Huaizhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "For someone I've waited for for a long time... she also loves peach trees."
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
Hang Suisui's heart stirred, and for some reason, a strange feeling spread through her heart.
It gave her the illusion that she was about to touch the depths of Yin Huaizhu's heart.
Hang Suisui looked at Yin Huaizhu quietly, speaking naturally as she softly pressed for an answer.
Who is she?
Yin Huaizhu looked at the fiery clouds on the horizon, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused, as if she could see a person through the clouds.
A gentle breeze carries a faint floral fragrance.
Hang Suisui did not receive a reply.
She quietly looked at Yin Huaizhu, who was no longer speaking, wanting to peel back his heart to see the deepest part.
It doesn't seem that easy.
First, we need to find the key to getting close to Yin Huaizhu's heart.
So that's the only way...
The sunset gradually faded, and darkness fell.
Nighttime is a time of mystery and silence, and the late night always has a special atmosphere.
The moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars twinkle with a faint light.
【How about it?】
[Host, Yin Huaizhu is already asleep. Let's go quickly.]
Hang Suisui, like a nimble cat, tiptoed and carefully opened the tightly closed sliding window.
Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she were afraid of making the slightest sound and waking Yin Huaizhu, who was sleeping next door.
She opened the window, turned around gently, and quietly left the bedroom.
She was extremely careful with every step she took, as if the floor beneath her feet might suddenly sound an alarm.
Hang Suisui came to the spacious balcony, stopped, and looked back at Yin Huaizhu's room.
The windows and doors were tightly shut, and there was no sound.
[Host, head south, three thousand li away.]
Hang Suisui turned around and transformed into a beam of emerald light, riding the wind southward.
She traveled south, passing through the brightly lit city and over mountains and rivers.
Finally, we arrived at the foot of the ancient mountain just before midnight.
Hang Suisui took a light breath: "This road is really long."
If she weren't in demon form, she wouldn't have made it to the foot of this mountain even by daybreak.
The ancient mountain still echoes with the chirping of insects, and the familiar earthy scent permeates the surroundings.
Hang Suisui looked at the small, deep pit at her feet and waved her hand to restore it to its original state.
It transformed back to its original form and burrowed into the soil.
Earth resides in the center, the mother of all things, giving birth to and nourishing all things.
The best way to cultivate ginseng is to bury it in the soil, so that it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth faster than when it is on the ground.
In a dark room.
Yin Huaizhu lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.
His eyelids twitched slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His dark, deep eyes were like an icy pool, not like someone who had just woken up.
Yin Huaizhu slowly sat up and looked out at the night sky.
The room was silent except for the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat.
After a long while, Yin Huaizhu pursed her pale lips and frowned.
Yin Huaizhu reached out and put on her clothes, then went to the French windows and opened them.
The long, corridor-like balcony was pitch black, with only faint moonlight filtering through the windows and spilling onto the floor.
He walked to the balcony railing, gazed into the distance, and was filled with countless thoughts.
The garden outside was deserted and quiet, with leaves falling in the wind and not a soul in sight.
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