You Are so Cruel

The night wind was a bit cold, there was no moon and no stars, the night was a bit heavy, and there was even some drizzle in the wind.

The bright car lights suddenly shone into the Yunding Hospital's garden. Zhao Xi did not even raise her head, and still earnestly drew her favorite peony flower.

Actually, this was what her mother liked the most.

She did not seem to have anything that she particularly liked. Once the harem flower fell, it bloomed again. Every four seasons, there would always be various types of flowers that bloomed to give the deep palace some more extravagant and magnificent colors.

Peony was an outstanding beauty and carried a noble air. Many people told her that this was what the upper-class people liked.

She felt that perhaps only roses could be compared to the Peony, but it was beautiful and tender, and it could be more colorful. Even if it was just a single flower, it could still be proudly released.