It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Lin Chuan and Shui Ying finally stopped playing. The surroundings were completely silent, as if time itself had paused for this Peach Blossom Grove.
The scenery before them remained dreamlike. Pink peach blossoms drifted down in flurries like a shower of pink snow upon the earth. Each petal seemed like a meticulously carved work of art crafted by nature, exuding a faint fragrance. A gentle breeze swept through, causing the flowering branches to sway slightly and rustle as though whispering ancient tales.
By now, Shui Ying was panting heavily, half-crouched with her hands resting on her knees, her chest heaving violently. Her face flushed red, she pointed a slender finger at Lin Chuan, a fire of rage burning in her eyes, and shouted angrily, "Give me back my sword! It was a gift from my mother, and it is infinitely precious to me!"
Chapter 212