Wen Jiaren didn't know how many years the man had been in this little world, or whether he still remembered the outside world, but what she needed to do now was to make him yearn for it, otherwise he might keep her here forever.
She knew very well that her cultivation was far from being a match for this man.
So she could only rely on wit, and try to get him to willingly take her out.
"Right, four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, winter." Wen Jiaren smiled faintly. "In spring, everything comes back to life, tender buds cover the branches, seeds poke up from the soil, fresh leaves beaded with morning dew, the earth brimming with vitality."
"In summer, all kinds of fruits hang thick on the branches—plums, sour and sweet and refreshing; nectarines, crisp and sweet; mangoes, fragrant and delicious; pineapples, fresh and aromatic; durians, rich and uniquely pungent, one bite and the flavor lingers… and mangosteen, cherries, lychees, Dragon's eyes, watermelon, bananas, dragon fruit…"
