"So beautiful!"
Even Qingyan, quiet as she was, could not help speaking at the sight before her.
Jiang Yang reached into the wind and caught a peach blossom petal between his fingers. As he gently inhaled its delicate fragrance, it seemed to pluck at the strings of his heart.
Peach blossoms...
This was the first time Jiang Yang had touched a peach blossom in this world.
"What kind of flower is this?"
Curious, Zhao Xixun caught a peach blossom petal to examine it, but the instant her fingertip touched its edge, the pink petal turned into a red shower and scattered like dust.
Unwilling to give up, Zhao Xixun plucked another petal, only to get the same result. No matter how she tried, she could not touch even a fraction of it.
Qingyan tried as well. The tiny petals were like sand slipping through her hands; at the slightest contact, they dissolved into drifting red rain and scattered like smoke.
"How strange. Such rich fragrance, such radiant color. Beautiful as they are, they scatter at a touch."
"Just what kind of flower is this?"
Qingyan murmured to herself. She had seen many spiritual flowers, yet she could not recognize this one, so she began recalling the texts she had read.
"They might be petals from some spirit root born of heaven and earth, unable to withstand contact with the vitality of a human body. Shall we try another way?"
Zhao Xixun stopped persisting and withdrew her hand as she offered her guess.
Seeing this, Jiang Yang quietly concealed the petal in his palm, put his hand behind his back, and secretly released it into the wind, lest the two women notice the difference.
Neither of them can touch it, yet it has no effect on me at all...
The Peach