Lin Tian walked through the rear garden of Huangquan Inn, treading on the green grass. His soles felt a soft and comfortable sensation—no wonder Meng Po walked barefoot within the inn. It was truly an enjoyment, he thought idly.
Besides the green plants, the rear garden housed other rare and precious flowers that Lin Tian had never seen. Petals like droplets, blooms resembling stars, and a myriad of shapes—even the grass underfoot was of an unknown variety to him.
Lin Tian walked alongside Meng Po, neither of them speaking. On the surface, they seemed like friends whose friendship was as light as water, yet Lin Tian could not discern the woman beside him.
"Here we are." Meng Po whispered, stopping in her tracks.
Not far away, surrounded by flowers, the blossoms appeared even more vibrant. Amidst the floral cluster lay a spring, bordered by a circle of sky-blue stones, the spring waters continuously bubbling to the surface, overflowing past the stones and flowing outward.
