How everything changed upon returning.
Everywhere she could see, except the road, was covered in flowers.
Pink, white, light red, and pale purple, countless of them, forming a continuous expanse.
In the open space, it stretched as far as the eye could see.
By the building, the ground was covered, reaching up to about two meters high, like a climbing ivy.
The building was also adorned with small night lights, piece by piece, resembling many stars in the sky.
Chasing away some of the darkness.
The car continued driving in.
Wherever the car passed, Qiao Yuxian saw was all opulence and twinkling stars.
Even further in, among the rows of flower beds, small night lights were placed too.
Each piece captured the varying beauty of different flowers.
Qiao Yuxian gazed at everything before her.
It all felt somewhat dreamy and surreal.
She stared blankly for a while.
Turning her head, she looked at Gu Yanjing: "We're not mistaken? This is the Twelfth Floor, right?"
