Amidst delicate morning mist and warm sunshine, those few Heart Speech Flowers seemed to occupy a mystical stage crafted by nature itself.
Their petals were delicate and translucent, as light as silk, interlaid with pale hues of powder blue or violet, which subtly fluctuated with the changing light, resembling the gentlest starlight in the night sky.
In the center of the flower, a touch of pure white, like a window to the soul, immaculate and inspiring imagination.
Most mysteriously, these Heart Speech Flowers could actually sing.
Have you ever passed by a flower capable of singing? And the voice it produced, akin to a celestial symphony?
Here, there are quite a few!
At the moment, Lin Dong saw these Heart Speech Flowers, his face lit up with joy.
"Finally found them!" He was preparing to leap across the lake to pick those Heart Speech Flowers.
