The attractive silver haired ger glided across the space as though it were his personal stage, his every movement a graceful choreography drawn from the essence of grace and elegance.
Xu Feng seemed to embody an otherworldly presence, his aura vibrant and mysterious, filling the greenhouse with an aura that matched the strange blooms.
Even during the harshness of winter, this mysterious ger had somehow transformed the space into a haven of vibrant greenery and life, defying all logical explanations. As spring unfurled its petals, painting the world outside in lush hues, the greenhouse stood apart, boasting an even more extraordinary liveliness.
Xuan Yang observed Xu Feng's enchanting presence, moving with an ethereal quality that seemed to disregard the interloper's presence from start to finish. However, despite the mesmerizing display, Xuan Yang couldn't dismiss the eerie feelings stirring within him.
