C756 Chapter 756

In May, gardenias bloomed in waves, their fragrance carrying for miles. Cluster after cluster, blossom after blossom, they blanketed the entire hillside, whitening every patch of green. A light breeze swept over the ridge, and the snow-white flowers broke free, spinning and swirling on the wind as they drifted into the distance, so beautiful it was hard not to get lost in it