Ji Shunuan stood in front of the gate, looking at the front courtyard, where a huge peach tree stood tall, its branches adorned with blossoming peach flowers, their dew-laden petals sparkling under the moonlight with a peculiar glow.
"What is this?" Ji Shunuan was shocked.
The beauty of the peach tree before her surpassed any divine tree featured in television dramas.
She had never seen such a tall peach tree with such vividly colored flowers.
The tree seemed not to belong to the mortal world, constantly radiating its own life, and when the breeze blew, the blossoms on the branches gently swayed and fell to the ground.
And the ground was already covered with a thick layer of petals, which were picked up by the breeze and spun in midair, tracing a beautiful arc as if dancing.
After a long while, when the wind ceased, the petals gently fell, lying silently on the ground.
"My grandfather planted it for my grandmother, sixty years ago," Bo Jingcheng said in a deep voice.