C200

Under the peach tree in the yard, a delicate woman was practicing her stance. The petals gently drifted down, landing on the ground and in Su Qianxun's hair. She crouched beside Zhang Zihan, pointing out corrections. Her clumsy student had made some progress over the past few days, but her natural talent was somewhat lacking.

As she moved, pink petals shook loose, falling at her feet