The wind gradually picked up, sweeping through the garments of the three men and causing the flowers on the branches to fall helplessly in the face of the wind's might.
It was like a rain of flowers, pink petals scattered, falling to the earth, and also upon the three men.
The restrained and elegant Huo Siyu, the gentle and sickly Huo Tianqing, the strong and rigid Bai Nian.
The three men, each with completely different auras and charms, stood amidst the falling petals as if they were characters in a beautiful painting.
Yet at this moment, within this stationary beauty, there lingered a faint hint of murderous intent.
From Bai Nian, from Huo Siyu…
"I'm a regular visitor, my time spent with Tianqing always exceeds half an hour each day," Bai Nian said, with no trace of retreating on his face.
"Cough, cough…"
"Cough, cough, cough…"
Huo Tianqing's cough grew more violent, and he instinctively clutched his chest but said to Bai Nian, "Please leave."
