C100 Apricot Red in Singlet(1)

Spring came in the blink of an eye.

Wet with clothes, the rain of apricot flowers, blowing face not cold willow wind.

Bluejade pushed the door open and looked out over the endless grass. Almost overnight, in this not too vast prairie, hundreds of flowers bloomed, and everything was verdant and verdant.

It was a very small wooden house, with its back against a grassy and tree-lined slope