It was on a sunny morning in the Wanhua Valley.
Beautiful butterflies were fluttering.
On countless branches of flowers, some petals fluttered in the morning breeze, and they complemented each other with the fluttering butterflies, interweaving into a beautiful and harmonious picture.
Some of the branches still had a few flowers of various colors dangling from them, not floating down because they were still in spring.
The crisscrossing stone paths had been covered with a thin layer of flower petals, emitting either a light or a strong floral scent.
From time to time, there were women in dresses passing through the area hurriedly or slowly, as if walking in a painting.
There were many small and exquisite pavilions in the midst of such scenery, some of which were occupied by people sit
