Wind dances through the flower-laden halls, summoning the last rose of Spring's final hour. White blossoms, pi…
Wind dances through the flower-laden halls, summoning the last rose of Spring's final hour.
White blossoms, piled as high as winter's fall, bend garden frames. Their scent gives life anew to the past.
Despite her manor at the Bustling Abode, Hua Zhiqing, the Tumi Flower, seldom returns. She is like an evening breeze that cannot be caught, forever moving. At times, she rests at Huaixin Post or Temporal Pavilion, only to vanish again without a trace.