In the garden, a delicate figure in pink sat among the blooming peonies, her slender fingers plucking the strings beneath them, and heavenly music flowed from her fingers. As the wind blew, True Yuan energy surged around her, lifting petals to swirl in the air like a rain of flowers.
Dreamlike and ethereal, unimaginably beautiful.
Moe Yang stood at a distance, not daring to come forward and disturb her, scarcely daring to breathe loudly. Only when the piece ended did he dare to breathe again.
"Moe Yang, why are you looking for me?" Bai Yuexi lazily lifted her eyes, her bright eyes as deep as a serene pool, bottomless.
Every time Moe Yang saw Bai Yuexi, he always felt an inexplicable pressure.
"Miss Yue Xi, I have something important to report. Shangguan Qiong has taken a liking to another woman."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yuexi moved, flying out from the flowers, landing lightly like a swallow next to Moe Yang. Her pretty face turned cold instantly, "What did you say?"
