Xia Xi widened her eyes, her gaze fixed entirely on the picturesque scene before her, and she was momentarily dazed. She felt as though she had stepped into a beautiful and illusory dream where everything around her seemed so surreal yet deeply familiar.
Ahead of her lay a vast, vibrant sea of colorful flowers, their various hues complementing each other in a brilliant contest of beauty. A gentle breeze swept past, carrying waves of refreshing fragrance. This sea of flowers resembled a colorful painting that left anyone who beheld it utterly intoxicated and reluctant to leave.
Beside Xia Xi stood an ancient, massive tree, its trunk so thick it would take three people joining hands to encircle it. Its sprawling canopy resembled a giant, open parasol, sheltering the patch of earth beneath it. Emerald vines crawled all over the old tree, and one particularly thick vine had been cleverly woven into a simple swing, which was currently swaying gently. Even more wondrously, the ancient tree was dotted with numerous vibrant blossoms, some blooming proudly on the branches, others hiding among the leaves, lending the entire tree a sense of liveliness and charm.
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