C330

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the window and brought in a few white petals. The faint fragrance of mountain tea wafted into the air.

The camellias were torn off their branches by the wind. They were so white that they didn't have the slightest bit of dust on them. They were stained with the beautiful woman's hair. They stayed there, unwilling to leave.

Shining red, miserable white