Other flower varieties, similar to those that are afraid of the cold and difficult to bloom, remain as closed buds, shivering in the wind and snow, with a layer of frost like frozen crystals, appearing delicate and easily withered.
It seems that Fang Geyu’s daily thoughts are not focused on these flowers and grasses, letting those precious flower seeds fall into the soil and grow as they will.
Far less prosperous than the wildflowers along the willow-lined paths outside this residence in Shifang City.
But within the span of a mont, these flowers seed as if the Flower God had blessed each one, blooming more vibrantly and lively than the last.
Yin Baishuang said, "Enchanting Demons are born in the Beiyuan Forest, their breath naturally harmonious with the family of wood spirits and flowers.
The mood of a powerful Enchanting Demon can clearly influence the growth of nearby floral plants.
Though Shifang City is snow-covered year-round with unwithering blossoms, only today, at the Third Miss’s estate, do the flowers and plants seem languishing.
But at the mont, it seems soone’s spirits have lifted, allowing these flowers to escape the disaster and co to life again."
Yin Baishuang reached into the flower bushes and picked a bright yellow chrysanthemum, bringing it gently to her nose to sniff.
She slowly smiled and said, "I really can’t imagine how strongly one’s emotions must fluctuate, what kind of joy and surprise it must be, to make every flower in the garden bloom so beautifully in the blink of an eye?"
Her eyes shifted, the apricot-shaped eyes carrying a teasing aning: "I suppose that wine at Rong Lijun’s latter half of the banquet must taste sweet now?"
The world was filled with snowflakes fluttering down like fine sand.
Even so, the cold could not suppress the flourishing thousands of flowers and grasses, filled with vibrant green.
Ning Feiyan’s brows furrowed dangerously, and there was a sense of impending storm deep within her indecisive eyes.
The cold wind brushed across her cheeks, and amidst the tangled ss of black hair, a pair of white, soft, and slightly pointed ears took on a faint red hue.
Baili An paused for a mont, his fingers inside his sleeves tightening slightly.
It seed that Yin Baishuang’s words were like dandelions blown by the wind, softly landing on his heart.
He had never thought that Ning Feiyan, one so independent and unwilling to rely on anything,
Indifferent and distant, understanding the world’s ways like a ghost, having tasted the deepest sins of the world, then abandoned.
Would still retain a fiery, warm, passionate side that one could not imagine.
How could he not have noticed?
From the mont he entered the banquet, it wasn’t just one person whose eyes brightened.
Watching Ning Feiyan, after being seen through, still pretending to be calm and indifferent, yet the tips of her ears flushed red, unaware.
Baili An’s heart instantly softened like pink cotton candy.
He walked over, not teasing Ning Feiyan’s awkward deanor, but simply raised his hand to loosen her crooked hairband.
Her long, black hair instantly spread out, soft as a black crow’s feathers, like dark ink spilling, blocking their interwoven gazes for a mont.
Baili An’s long fingers ran through her snow-dappled hair, gently tidying and rearranging it into a neat, high ponytail.
Then, without hesitation, he gently pulled her slightly chilled body into his embrace, ward by the winter snow.
The female demon who had shalessly declared to be pregnant with his child not long ago slightly stiffened, seemingly shy, symbolically resisting for a mont.
But ultimately, she was still embraced by him.
Baili An’s palm covered her hand, tilting the umbrella slightly to shield from the group of suitors’ stunned gazes in the distance.
"These days, has the little naughty cat missed ?" He asked softly, without any teasing intent.
The hair that he had run his fingers through felt incredibly light, a bit itchy and warm at the back of her head.
Ning Feiyan fixed her gaze on the wind and snow between heaven and earth, saying nothing.
Baili An did not press her for an answer, using a deep voice tinged with laughter, he gently said, "Naughty cat, I often find myself missing you."
"Also, the flowers you invited to admire today are very beautiful."
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