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The Peach Blossom Demon's heart was aflutter with myriad thoughts. She gently plucked a blush-pink petal from a peach blossom, parted her vermilion lips, and whispered a few seemingly affectionate phrases. Then, slowly, she released her fingers, letting the petal dance on the wind.
A gentle breeze wafted by, softly lifting the petal from the Peach Blossom Demon's hand. It twirled through the air like a gracefully fluttering butterfly, spinning and somersaulting. The petal swayed in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance, as if recounting an ancient and beautiful legend.
In a moment, the petal drifted away with the breeze, vanishing into the horizon, leaving only a faint blush color gently swaying in front of the Peach Blossom Demon's eyes.