Book Description

Under the peach blossom tree, a man sat on a big rock and blew on it. It was beautiful, with a picturesque look on his face. The man's white clothes were even whiter than snow. It was really beautiful.When their gazes intersected, it was as if he did not know that she would appear here. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed. Leng Xi Yan was stunned. It seemed that a long time ago, there was such a breathtaking man by her side. Fang Hui chose to sit under the tree and listened to him play the flute. His eyes congealed and he was completely engrossed in listening. Under the brilliance of the falling peach blossoms, both men and women were beautiful. However, who would've thought that they would suffer so much before. Leng Xi Yan closed her eyes and recalled the scene in her dream. It was beautiful, but she did not expect that person to be by her side. Fang looked at him, as if he was looking from the depths of his eyes. I saw them. "Leng Xi Yan, Feng Jue, and Three Lives Three, would never leave."