Across the vast, desolate mountain, peach blossoms bloomed overnight.
Such a sight seemed bound to stir a miracle-like upheaval among the people of the city, yet strangely... though the mountain stood right there, those looking up from its foot still saw only a barren mountain.
Only those who climbed Peach Mountain could see the scenery upon it.
Yet those who climbed Peach Mountain and saw its blossoms forgot its scenery in the blink of an eye after leaving the blossoms behind.
No matter how beautiful they thought the peach blossoms were, once they descended, they seemed unable to remember anything upon Peach Mountain.
A painter painted the beauty of Peach Mountain, yet upon leaving it, his painting held nothing at all.
Someone broke off a peach branch on Peach Mountain and carried it down, only to find that after descending, they could no longer remember where the branch in their hand had come from...
Though they occupied a single place, they seemed separated into two worlds.
Little Xuanji watched those who forgot the scenery on Peach Mountain as soon as they descended, then turned toward Su Mo beside him, not understanding why Su Mo had done this.
Seeing Little Xuanji's puzzlement, Su Mo merely said, almost with a sigh, "I like... peace and quiet..."
Little Xuanji did not understand, but gave it no further thought.
He loved the scenery on Peach Mountain, loved the petals dancing across the sky, loved the fragrance drifting freely through the air.
Little Xuanji gradually spent less time at the tavern. Whenever he had a moment free, he ran up Peach Mountain and sat reading among the peach trees.
He loved Peach Mountain, as though the peach blossoms covering it resembled Su Mo.
Peaceful and refined, yet constantly drifting down and blooming anew.
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