Leaving the reception room of the Blooming Courtyard, Xu Feng's mind was blank and numb. Not thinking about anything or anyone, he strode around the courtyard absentmindedly. The beautiful peak of spring was his only companion.
The day was a canvas painted with the vibrant hues of spring, a picturesque scene that adorned the Blooming Courtyard. It was a haven where nature thrived, embellished with a kaleidoscope of blossoms and a symphony of chirping birds. The lush greenery danced with the gentle breeze, each leaf rustling in harmony as if whispering secrets of the season's renewal.
In the middle of this natural magnificence, the courtyard embodied a tranquil paradise, showcasing the collective effort of its caretakers. Erlang, Si, and San had all played their part in nurturing this pleasant sanctuary. Yet, it was Xu Feng's distinct touch that added an ethereal quality to the landscape.