"What is this place?"
After waking up, Zhou Chuan walked around freely and found this little world to be quite wondrous.
On the mountains, by the lakes, in the fields, and along the roads, there were flowers everywhere—it was simply a world of flowers. Because flowers were everywhere, they emitted a rich fragrance. Taking a few deep breaths felt like being drunk, somewhat illusory, blurring one's vision.
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