Although autumn had arrived and the breeze was slightly chilly, the garden was still lush with greenery. Roses of various colors bloomed enthusiastically in the yard, their delicate charm unrivaled. A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the rose petals—some pink, some purple, some red—into a graceful dance.
Beside her on the rattan chair, a young girl lay leisurely, holding a worn-out "Alchemy Notes" in her slender, fair hands, reading its contents with serene elegance. Her ink-black hair spread across the chair like luxurious, soft satin, and her smooth, delicate skin resembled the finest white jade. A few pink and purple rose petals, blown by the wind, settled in her hair, adding a touch of pure elegance and grace to her exquisitely beautiful face.
After a long while, she lazily yawned, rose gently, and stretched languidly. The golden afterglow of the evening sun bathed her in a lazy warmth. Over these five days, she had finished reading the alchemy notes given by her master.
