The night wind grew colder as they moved farther away from the city, and when Xing Luoguang finally stopped, Yue Yue slowly opened her eyes and looked around in shock.
This place was nothing like the lively streets they had just left; it was simple, quiet, and unbelievably beautiful, standing peacefully at the outskirts of the city without noise or crowds.
There were no vendors shouting, no glowing lights in busy streets, and no hurried footsteps echoing across roads, only tall trees, soft silver moonlight, and endless silence.
The silence was so deep that Yue Yue felt even a whisper would resound clearly through the open space, and she could almost hear her own breathing in the still air.
The night breeze carried the faint scent of flowers, cool and refreshing, making the entire place feel calm, serene, and quietly lonely in a gentle way.
Where did flowers smell came? She had never seen any flowers after coming here, or is it just a man-made smell?
