My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 366
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“There’s a gift for you.”
“A gift?” Xanthea was curious, “What is it? It’s so formal, you even have to cover my eyes?”
“You’ll find out soon.”
The trolley came to a halt, the gentle breeze caressed the wind chimes on the flower basket, producing a clear and pleasant sound. Orion led her by the hand, carefully guiding her down from the trolley, “Take it slow.”
Xanthea tilted her head up, asking him in bewilderment, “Are we there yet?”
“Almost.”
“Still ahead, huh?”
He guided her, step by step. But the further they went, the more she felt something was off; the crunching beneath her feet sounded like dry twigs being stepped on.
The woods?
Orion had indeed led her into the woods. What was he up to?!
She abruptly halted.
Orion: “What’s wrong?”
“Orion, you’re a pervert!”
She hadn’t even tried the basics, and he was already seeking thrills!
Hearing “pervert,” Orion paused for a moment, then slowly smiled, “Xannie, what are you expecting?”
“I, I wasn’t expecting anything!”
“I will satisfy you.”
“What nonsense are you talking about? I’m a proper young lady from a prestigious family, I would never…”
Before she could finish, Orion removed the tie on her eyes, restoring her sight. An expanse of blooming irises flooded her view.
A gentle breeze wafted through, brushing across the myriad of vibrant, beautiful petals of the irises. Red, orange, white, blue, purple, black, blue-violet, the hues dazzled her, creating a scene of unparalleled beauty, like a resplendent painting. Standing there felt like stepping into a fairyland.
Xanthea was stunned.
She hesitantly reached out, doubting her eyes, and touched the delicate petals. Dewdrops rolled off, cool against her hand, making her retract it as if electrified.
It’s real, it’s really real!
She ran towards the mountain, inhaling the faintly sweet fragrance at the base, kissing the pure white irises at the mountainside, and embracing the colorful petals at the summit. Her face blossomed with joy as she cheered and leaped.
“Irises, it’s irises, a whole mountain of them!”
“Fragrant, beautiful, it feels like a dream.”
The girl’s long hair fluttered as she danced among the flowers, her laughter mingling with her radiant beauty, making her the most dazzling bloom in the field. Orion watched, mesmerized.
Xannie, the irises were blooming, and you were here.
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