Several days later, on Cyprus Island.
Within the exquisitely crafted conservatory, greenery thrived abundantly.
The roses, China roses, silver lotuses, fragrant peach trees, and many other flowers and plants were all blooming luxuriantly, emitting a rich fragrance.
Yet, these so-called earthly beauties, no matter how wildly they grew, were nothing compared to the treasure on the flower bed—a mere fraction of its worth.
——His tall figure, features as exquisite as a bloom, made all else in the world pale in comparison before him.
However...
The God of Love, Aphrodite, looking haggard after days without grooming, sat by the bed, gazing at her lover whose eyes were tightly shut and devoid of life, and couldn't help but feel a profound sadness.
Adonis, the love of her heart, had been cruelly deprived of the breath of life by death.