The sky, cleansed by last night's rain, was as clean as a piece of azure colored glass. A gentle breeze wafted through the air, rustling the blooms atop the rose branches.
The flower stems trembled, and petals fell with the wind into the soil.
Lu Xiaoyou's eyes reflected the blue sky dotted with drifting white clouds. Beneath her was a red and white checkered carpet, her jet-black hair fanning out like strands of seaweed across the carpet.
The mighty tiger sniffs at the rose, the delicate blossom releasing a sweet, cloying fragrance.
The woman on the carpet, her skin flush with color, her beautiful face enveloped in a light pink glow, more dazzling than the blooming roses.
The midday sun shifted westward, the sky draped in a magnificent pale purple, and the roses on the branches ignited by the fiery sunlight, blazing bright and fierce.
Lu Xiaoyou felt as if all her strength had been drained. The satisfied man beside her sat up, bending one leg, his arm resting upon his knee.