Qin Yu noticed that the path was quite natural and exquisite, faintly seeing a fence by the Lakeside, with a small courtyard behind.
The Bamboo Forest is different from the Rain Forest; no matter how dense it is, because it's straight, there are always gaps, and through those gaps, one can peek at the spiritual leap.
Serene and secluded, a transcendent Immortal Realm.
Beautiful, yet very real; so real it's dreamlike.
The green was refreshing to the nose, with a touch of cool quietness.
At the deepest of silence, it seems lonely.
At the deepest of loneliness, one should feel sorrow.
Qin Yu suddenly quieted, walking quietly along the stone slab path, sometimes subconsciously reaching out to touch the short bushes growing by the roadside, fingers stained with the scent of flowers and grass, wetting the rain in her palm.
She raised her hand to look, fair under the skin with flowing veins, reaching the organs smoothly.
