C63 Each has his own obsession

Early in the autumn morning, the sun pierced through the clouds and cast a gentle light. There were two small villas lined up side by side, the flowers, plants, and the spirit of the plants. The yard was covered in an luxuriant purple halo. A gentle breeze blew against the muslin hanging by the water pavilion, causing it to seem faintly discernable.

Inside the pavilion