Thousands of miles of peach blossoms, delicate pink flowers all over the mountains, and colorful fallen flowers. The petals are flying in the mountains, which is like a powder snow, covering the foothills.
The woman wears hibiscus gauze and sits among the peach branches. The black hair reaches to the waist, without any bun, flowing down like a waterfall, as smooth as silk
slippery.
The woman stretched out her slender hands and chuckled. "Haha, come up quickly."
It's just that the peach blossoms in the man's ears are particularly charming and enchanting at this time.
When I wake up from the dream, I wonder where Zhu Yan is...