On the climbing wall more than ten meters away, Mo Yuanyuan shrieked in fright.
"Aaah! I'm done! I want to get down!"
The others stopped on the wall to laugh at her, and Sheng Nian, sitting in his chair, couldn't help laughing too.
"Poor Yuanyuan."
At that, Yan Feizhuo glanced at Qi Xiao. "It's fine. Someone will rescue her."
Worried Sheng Nian might get bored, he asked, "Want to take a walk outside?"
Sheng Nian considered his suggestion. "Then let's go for a stroll."
They let the staff know. Since they had the Livestreaming Hoverball with them anyway, they didn't have the staff follow.
Sheng Nian asked for a camera and linked arms with Yan Feizhuo as they headed out.
They had no particular destination and simply strolled along the path beneath their feet.
The cherry trees lining both sides of the path made a beautiful sight.
As they walked, a little trail suddenly appeared ahead. They turned onto it and found an entire grove of pink and white cherry blossoms.
Fresh shoots tipped the low grass, and early cherry blossoms bloomed in profusion.
Sheng Nian let go of Yan Feizhuo's arm and ran a couple of steps ahead, spotting an exceptionally tall, ancient cherry tree.
The tree blotted out the sky, masses of pink clouds overhead, as though it had absorbed a century's spiritual essence and was steeped in the breath of spring, ready to spill forth.
A gentle breeze blew that day, sending petals fluttering down to carpet the surrounding ground in softness.
Sheng Nian gazed up at the tree in a daze, immersed in this ethereal, beautiful scene.
Soft sunlight streamed down, and the buds on the branches trembled as they opened, unfurling tender shades of rouge pink. The first fragrance carried on the wind was fresh