It was already dusk, and the blood-red setting sun shone faintly from the sky, falling through the gaps in the trees and onto the ground. Wherever it touched, it was mottled.
Flowers blooming in the backyard.
No wind, no sound.
All that was left was a sinister glimpse: the man was elegantly dressed in blue, with slender phoenix eyes, black hair, and green pupils.
The pupils are green. It's not the kind of brilliant emerald green, but the deep, calm pool that seems to have settled everything, so deep, so secluded, and so quiet. The hair is dark in color. Thick yet elegant, it fell in pieces on the white clothes, and there was a wisp of it, which suddenly floated up and fell down with the sudden evening wind.
The fragrant white peonies in the garden are blooming in large areas, with tender yellow stamens and ice-white petals. However, the originally ice-white petals were vaguely stained with mottled dark brown liquid. Unspeakably strange.
A slight smile hung on the man's lips. A pair of hands as white as snow and as thin as the bones naturally drooped and rested on a beautifully blooming peony. Suddenly, he folded it off and slowly moved it to his lips.
Seemingly inadvertently, the two people's eyes met. In an instant, there was lightning and flint, and there was thunder in the ears. For a moment, Chen Fengyi even thought that he would fall into the deep pool, and from then on, there would be no recovery.