In the warm spring of March, the scenery was just right. At Hot Spring Manor, a vast expanse of peach trees was planted in this Peach Grove, among which were a few ancient trees. Each tree bore large clusters of flowers. At that time, a gust of wind blew, causing the branches and leaves to sway, and the petals drifted down like snow.
There was a beautiful woman, dressed in a simple gown with only a few butterflies and flowers embroidered on the hem. Her jet-black hair was loosely tied with a green plum blossom hairpin, along with a simple gold silk-wrapped pendent. Over her gown, she wore a thin, off-white cloak. The wind lifted the corner of her cloak and skirt, as peach blossoms drifted from every direction, falling onto her hair and shoulders, mesmerizing anyone who looked.
