Gentle sunlight fell on the castle's stone walls, with grayish bricks covered in green vines, adding an ancient charm to the castle.
The garden in front of the castle bloomed with white roses, swaying in the wind like crisp smiles, their delicate silken-white petals so ethereal, with morning dew on them like crystals, refracting colorful lights in the bright sunshine.
"Chirp, chirp."
A rose seemed to be spinning and dancing above the sea of flowers, and upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a tiny person with a rose on its head.
It was the size of a palm, its body a mix of white and light green, its silky petal-like skirt for a dress, and from beneath the petals stretched stamens like tiny feet swaying in the wind.
The rose sat atop its head like flowing silver hair.
"Chirp."
The tiny creature landed on a broad palm, lifting its skirt slightly like a lady taking a bow.
Tang Yu was teasing the little one.
