"You'll see when you get there." He responded lightly and continued to hold her hand.
At the moment, endless satisfaction grows and blossoms in her heart.
All that is less than what he is doing right now, holding her hand and clasping his fingers with her.
He drove all the way to a deserted estate in the suburbs with her in tow.
This estate, surrounded by a large peach blossom forest, has no house within a dozen miles.
A gust of wind rustled the pink petals, as if a pink snow had fallen.
Every whiff of air inhaled into the nostrils is sweet smelling.
The manor house is typical of the old European style and looks like the residence of an ancient nobleman, lit up inside and out, like the dreamy palace of a fairy tale.
This one place, which she knew, was the famous Peach Blossom Manor in Flento City, named for the peach blossoms that surround it.
Legend has it that the estate was built at great expense by a mysterious tycoon, but no one knows who that tycoon really was.
