As Xia Chujian looked at the flowers, she could sense that they were secretly sizing her up as well.
For instance, when she saw a fan-sized flower whose inner stamens were blood-red, she could not help frowning.
The flower's inner stamens actually began to change color.
The vivid blood-red gradually lightened. When it finally faded to pale rose red, Xia Chujian's eyes flickered.
The flower's inner stamens instantly settled on that light rose red shade.
It seemed to regard that as the most beautiful color.
At first, Xia Chujian had not noticed this.
But as she moved through the forest and passed several large flower plants in succession, she noticed that their petal colors changed along with her emotions and the shifts in her gaze. Only then did she understand.
Xia Chujian became interested and wanted to confirm it.
She stopped in front of a flower-clustered plant.
Each flower on this plant was about twenty centimeters in diameter. Amid the draping green leaves, flowers were packed tightly together.
But their colors were not particularly attractive. At least to Xia Chujian, they were chaotic and disorderly, with clashing colors that utterly failed to achieve any sense of harmony.
Bright red and pale yellow were thrown together, while dark blue and deep green blended into a mess. Not only was it an assault on the eyes, it could even cause psychological harm.
Xia Chujian muttered to herself, "These flowers could probably be used as weapons. One look would make the enemy collapse to the ground, wishing they could gouge out their own eyes."
As soon as she finished speaking, the brilliantly blooming flowers suddenly closed their petals one by one, then quickly began to wilt.
It was as if her few words had driven them into such despair that they wanted to