Her Cultivation Diary - Chapter 11: Handling Seed_1

... got up, he was taken aback.

The air... so fresh!

In the distance, mists wreathed the mountain ranges, tinged with a thin layer of pale gold, as picturesque as a scenic spot.

The pond by the door was blanketed with a layer of white mist, thick and dense, almost entirely covering the water's surface. The mist was pressed low, slowly drifting.

And around the courtyard, a plum tree—which Song Sancheng clearly remembered had withered last month—had inexplicably bloomed ...