March in the warm spring was indeed a time when flowers bloomed amidst gentle breezes.
The spring sunshine spilled onto the glistening lake surface, the lakeshore transformed into a sea of flowers vying for beauty and blooming competitively, the air imbued with a serene floral fragrance.
In the midst of the flowers stood a high pavilion.
Beneath the overhanging eaves, Feng Yun and Pei Jue sat leaning against the railing.
An old elm wood table, a few dishes of snacks, a pot of fine wine...
Feng Yun held up her cup for a light sip, drinking a mouthful.
"Though the moon is intoxicating, it can't compare to the mellow richness of Magu Wine."
Pei Jue looked at her and reached out.
A butterfly somehow flew over and landed on Feng Yun's hair.
Before Pei Jue could touch it, the butterfly flew away.
He said, "Such a pity."
Feng Yun was startled, then smiled.
"What's there to pity? Caterpillar."
She knew how to spoil the mood.
