If the young lady were compared to a flower, it would be very fitting, at least Yun Qian thought so.
The young ladies around her husband were like flowers.
Thus, Miss Yun could see a sea of flowers, countless spots of crimson gathering together, like burning clouds, or like the flames of karma, combining both the exotic and the sacred.
Because people were compared to flowers, looking at the sea of flowers, one could feel many things.
Yun Qian stood there, observing everything before her, unable to stir even the slightest ripple of emotion, thought for a moment... and then walked into the sea of flowers.
She was very careful as she walked among the flowers.
Along the way, she didn't step on any flower, but crimson deliberately tried to climb onto Yun Qian, clinging to the clouds, as if wishing to dye the sky red.
