Bi Taokai in Xuanji Palace went crazy.
The powder from tree to tree burned fiercely from the Qionghua Palace to the outside of the palace wall, as if all the strength accumulated over the winter was being used in these ten days. As soon as the wind passed, the petals fluttered to the ground, and the bluestone slabs on the palace road were covered with a soft carpet, making no sound when stepped on.
Xie Jingchen stood under the corridor, looking at the sea of flowers.
Yuebai wears regular clothes, her black hair is half tied, and she has only one plain silver hairpin. The spring light outside the corridor was just right, but it fell on her face, but it was dimmed - not dim, but when the light came in front of her, she consciously restrained her sharpness and was willing to act as a foil.
