My Status In Past Chapter 43

The fallen petals inspire the poetic magic, but the nostalgia for the past is what to do.

The red clouds covered half of the sky. Lily Mu took a long breath, fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan, and sat on a large rock.

The straw hat had been taken off long ago, and the hair that had been neatly tied up was soaked by sweat and fluttered in the wind under the palm-leaf fan.

The blue bricks were cast into walls and neatly arranged according to the lengths measured by Lily Mu.

At first the movements were unfamiliar, but people also strived for perfection, so they slowed down a lot.