Flooded with love (1)

Bai Yun slept until she woke up naturally. When she woke up, the birds in the trees outside her window were chattering and singing, and the sunlight was peeking through the curtains, peeking at Bai Yun's messy hair.

Bai Yun's ears perked up and listened as the large villa became even more surprisingly quiet. Bai Yun walks to the window and pulls open the white gauze, allowing the dazzling sunlight to enter the room and the breeze that is mixed with the pleasant scent of lavender to enter the room.

Baiyun stretched his head out of the window and saw that the room he was sleeping in was next to a sea of purple lavender flowers in the garden; Richard was so considerate to choose such a good feng shui room for his bedroom, Baiyun thought as he tidied up the messy bed and found some clean clothes to wash up and take a shower. I didn't know if Richard had woken up yet, so Bai Yun looked around gingerly, but he was nowhere to be seen. Bai Yun finished washing up and felt his stomach growling, so he went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Bai Yun looked at the simple note, trying to find the love between the lines, but he could not find it. Bai Yun looked at the note and thought about the tender words of love that seemed like a dream last night. ...

Every day she found some unique scenery in her search, and she kept these unique beauties in her mind and used her brush to express them. The sky in Provence is still as blue as ever, the mountains are still as green as ever, but there seems to be a hint of hope, a hint of concern, a hint of longing in this beauty ...

I wonder where Richard has gone? It's been almost a week since I got used to having him around, and now that he's not around, Baiyun is quite uncomfortable being alone, even though there is no clear agreement between them, but Baiyun can't help but miss him.

Perhaps loving someone at all times can make people doubt the truth of their love. When alone, Bai Yun wanders through the sea of lavender flowers, walking in the same place where he once walked side by side with him, feeling the gentle sunlight and kissing the fragrance of the purple fields that once gave Bai Yun the smell of love, but now there is a slight smell of longing. The fragrance of lavender is still light and natural, still refreshing, but with a touch of sadness and longing.

The time spent with him spreads in memory, warm and tender, remembering the warmth of his fingertips and chest, and every day we spend together becomes a distant story or a painting. The colour and fragrance of lavender blossoms, when the wind rises, reminds Bai Yun that it is his smell, the smell of the love that once accompanied him ... Yes, Bai Yun is in The white clouds are saying to themselves: once you were here, and now, where are you?

Provence, this romantic and enchanting place, ignited Bai Yun's dream of love and planted the seed of love in his pure heart, but now, Bai Yun could only let this happen.

As Bai Yun walks around the villa, everywhere he looks, there is a unique arrangement and a special elegant flavour. This is the villa of a man who knows how to live. The decoration and the furnishings are all indicative of the villa owner's distinctive taste. Bai Yun's eyes lingered on every corner of the villa time and time again, and each corner seemed to have a natural attraction, making Bai Yun's eyes unable to move away for a long time. Unknowingly, Bai Yun wandered into Richard's room. Inhaling his nose, Bai Yun smelt a familiar scent and smelled it more closely. The whole mind was filled with his image. Is this what it is like to love someone? Bai Yun returned to her room, set up her easel and prepared her canvas and brushes. As if possessed, she began to paint.

The blue sky, the light clouds