C181 Qi fei zhuang youyi

In the courtyard, there was a pear tree that was in the midst of a mandala blooming. The snow-white flowers were densely packed in the branches, as if they were filled with pigeons that were about to soar into the sky.

Zhuang Youyi leaned on the side of the bed, leisurely looked outside the window, and said: "This Pear Blossom sure blossoms well