Gugela extended her slender, onion-like fingers, her movements gentle as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping fairy, carefully picking this bouquet of flowers. She held it lightly with both hands, as if what she cradled was not a bouquet of flowers, but the most precious treasure in the world, bearing all her joy and anticipation.
She stood nervously in place, her feet as if rooted to the ground, yet moving slightly from time to time, much like a warrior about to head into battle, determined yet tinged with unease. Her gaze frequently turned towards the direction of the palace gate, filled with burning anticipation, as if the next moment Shi Feiyang would appear gracefully in front of her, just as he did in her dreams, bringing sunlight and hope, illuminating her entire world.
Finally, Shi Feiyang's tall, pine-like figure appeared at the palace gate.
