A mushroom cloud, two mushroom clouds, three, four... over a dozen mushroom clouds rise into the sky, exploding into roses and scattered stars, forming a rare scene against the black curtain. Underneath the starlit sky, it seemed as if roses were blooming one after another, weaving into a sea of flowers, flourishing brilliantly in mid-air, with a black background that was both enchanting and magnificent, more breathtaking than the most beautiful aurora.
The vast sea of flowers blooming in the air was particularly awe-inspiring, and not far away, people were shouting in amazement.
Xiao Qiao discovered that the angle where Wesley stood with her was the best place to appreciate the most beautiful sea of roses. By slightly tilting her head, she could see the full sky of roses and stars, right in front of her, as if she could almost reach out and touch them.
So beautiful.
So beautiful that she couldn't describe it with words; all words lost their charm.
