The magnolia trees in Mengyun Pavilion cast mottled shadows in the setting sun, and the last wisps of golden light filtered through the gaps in the branches, scattering tiny patches of light across the bluestone pavement.
The sound of cicadas gradually faded, and the air was filled with the fragrance of magnolias mixed with faint hints of medicinal herbs.
Song Xiuyuan's solitary figure standing beneath the tree was drawn out long.
Chapter 81