The few huge marble pillars that supported the hall were all wrapped in roses. From the door to the house, the ground, the table, and the flower pot, the entire place was filled with a sea of roses.
The huge chandelier illuminated the room with its gentle light. There was a layer of rose petals on the ground, and beside the French windows, a casual hanging chair was decorated with pink roses.
There was a lot of space in the semi-circular pink swing with soft cushions.
Xia Wanyuan sat on it like she was lying in a pink cotton candy. It was soft and sweet. Through the huge French windows, she could see the vast and magnificent sea of roses.
It was the first time she had seen pink roses in Dreams in the Clouds last night. She did not expect to see such a sea of roses when she returned home today. Xia Wanyuan was very happy, and her cool eyes were filled with brightness.
Jun Shiling watched Xia Wanyuan's happy expression with a smile in his eyes.
