Gu Yan didn't pursue the matter concerning Bai Changle anymore.
Instead, she looked at the red plum flowers that were fiery red. In contrast to the empty branches, they were even more vibrant amidst the winter.
She went closer to the flowers. Their fragrance was intoxicating, capable of teasing the senses.
The lingering scent called out to her, but its whereabouts remained unknown…
On one of the sides, red plum flowers adorned the field.
On the other hand, the other side was embellished with a red-pink beauty.
Lu Ye crossed his arms and watched the scenic view.
In his heart, he regretted not bringing the camera of the old man.
With it, he could have preserved the breathtakingly pleasing scene. He would savor and cherish it for the rest of his life.
Gu Yan turned around and saw Lu Ye's heated eyes looking at her without restraint. It was as though in his eyes, she represented the entire world.
She suddenly sighed.