Chapitre 286: Pretty Man

A light breeze brushed past flowers, carrying with it a faint scent. Lush green bushes swayed as if dancing with the wind. A pretty man picked a pale pink flower, admiring its beauty before breathing in its scent. Close to where this man was standing, there were several more pale pink flowers flourishing and showing off their beauty. The man gazed at the beauty of the flower as if enchanted.

The pale pink flower that the pretty man was holding was a rare flower that would only grow in the right environment. Huntsmen tended to say that if they found this flower blooming in the wild one day, that day would be a lucky day to hunt. For this man to have found so many of these beautiful flowers, he was truly blessed.

“What beautiful flowers. Your scent is as alluring as that of a beautiful maiden. I want to breathe in your scent for a long, long time.”