The sky was clear, with not a cloud in sight, the sunlight dazzling, a vast expanse of blue. White egrets stretched their wings to their heart's content, flapping in the blue sky amidst white clouds, revealing their elegant forms. Now forming a 'V,' now a single file line, it was a sight so amusing that one couldn't help but chuckle. A gentle breeze arose, lifting tufts of dandelion fluff from the grass, sending them drifting off in all directions.
At this moment, Ye Zhuyin stood in a stone pavilion, watching this scene to dispel the gloom in her heart. She squinted, her eyes brimming with sorrow, her pretty face etched with worry. Yet, even so, she was irresistibly charming.
