The building is full of flowers,
The building is full of flowers.
In front of the red sandalwood-carved window sat a young man in white, with fluttering robes. He was sipping tea, the green tea reflected his eyes clearer, and the broken hair on his forehead hung in his eyes. From the fragrant tea, a white crane flew up and lingered in his nose. Every morning, he would sit by the window, sip a cup of tea and watch the sunrise. The warm rays of sunshine brought by the breeze from the clouds, the fragrance of wood leaves from the distant mountains, the melodious chirping of birds from time to time in the forest, and the clusters of flowers filling the courtyard. He always had a satisfied smile on his face, and a water-like tenderness between his eyebrows.
He should have been satisfied. He was the young master of a painter, and the Hua family was one of the three most wealthy families in the martial arts world. In any place in the south of the Yangtze River, if you ride a fast horse and run for seven days and seven nights, you will still be stepping on the real estate of the Hua family. He is the seventh son of the Hua family, the youngest young master. The affairs of the family are handled by his father and elder brothers, but he is the most loved by his elders. He is from the Hua family, and with such a large share of the family business, the Hua family certainly has a power that cannot be underestimated. Everyone in the Hua family has strong martial arts skills, and has been related to major martial arts sects for hundreds of years. Naturally, he has good martial arts skills and is respected by others. He was him, in his weak years, handsome and unrestrained, capable of both civil and military skills, and gentle temperament. He was the favorite of many young ladies.
However, he really shouldn't be satisfied, because he was full of flowers and became blind when he was ten years old.