34: Chapter 34 Amazing

Su Mengyao looked up.

Her emerald eyes collided with his gaze amidst the light and shadows of the flower beds. She saw the admiration and warmth in his eyes, causing her to freeze for a moment before two flushes of red rapidly spread across her cheeks, rippling like a spring breeze across a lake, extending all the way to the tips of her ears.

"You… why are you looking at me like that?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, a trace of shyness flashing in her emerald eyes, while the petals and morning dew on her emerald-green hair trembled gently in the breeze.

Wang Sheng snapped back to reality and smiled. "My apologies, I was just stunned by your Spirit Garden."

"Were you stunned by the Spirit Garden… or by its owner?"

The corners of Su Mengyao's mouth lifted slightly, and a rare flash of playfulness crossed her emerald eyes. This girl, as gentle as water, would occasionally display such unexpected wit.

"Both," Wang Sheng replied candidly.

Su Mengyao's face turned even redder. Her emerald eyes hurriedly avoided his gaze as she lowered her head, pretending to tidy the flower beds.

Her emerald-green hair slid from her shoulders like a curtain of green silk, shielding most of her flushed face, but her slender, fair fingers trembled slightly among the flower stems, betraying her nervousness.

Wang Sheng watched her with her head bowed. A few petals remained in her emerald-green hair, dotted with morning dew that looked like shattered diamonds embedded in green satin under the morning light.

Red, purple, and golden petals of various colors were scattered throughout her emerald-green hair, like a flower crown woven for her by spring itself.

He reached out his hand.

His fingers gently brushed through her emerald-green hair and picked up one of the red petals; his movements were light and slow, as if he were touching a rare treasure.

His fingertips swept through her emerald-green strands, stirring up a faint, ethereal fragrance. The texture of her hair was like fine silk, gliding over his fingertips like water.

Su Mengyao's body stiffened for an instant.

She did not look up, but Wang Sheng could see her shoulders tremble slightly. A fine layer of goosebumps rose on her porcelain-like nape—the most instinctive reaction of her body to his touch.

Her emerald eyes stared at the flower beds in front of her, the light and shadows of the purple spirit flowers reflected in her pupils, but her focus was not on the flowers at all; all her attention was concentrated on the hand gently brushing through her emerald-green hair above her head.

Wang Sheng held the red petal between his fingers and looked down at it; it was a petal from a frost moon orchid, appearing like a small piece of solidified moonlight in the morning glow.

"There was a petal in your hair." His voice was very soft, as if he were speaking of the most mundane matter.

But his hand did not leave immediately.

His fingertips brushed through her emerald-green hair again; this time, it was not to pick a petal, but simply and gently stroking her strands.

Her emerald-green hair flowed through his fingers like water, carrying a scent mixed with the sweetness of flowers and morning dew, causing him to instinctively take another deep breath.

The tips of Su Mengyao's ears were so red they were almost bleeding.

She finally couldn't help it; she raised her head, her emerald eyes meeting his gaze directly.

That pair of eyes, like a spring lake, was filled with indescribable emotions: shyness, a racing heart, joy, and a trace of nectar-sweet anticipation that she herself could not suppress.

"Wang Sheng…" She called his name, her voice like a clear spring striking stone, as soft as a breeze carrying the scent of flowers.

"Hmm?"

"Are… are you helping me pick a petal, or…" Her voice grew softer as she spoke, the last few words almost inaudible, the watery sheen in her emerald eyes shimmering slightly in the morning light, "…or are you touching my hair?"

Wang Sheng looked at her.

The morning light flowed over her emerald-green hair like a golden stream, her emerald eyes were like two gemstones soaked in sunlight, and her porcelain-like face had a faint green hue, with cheeks blushing like the first peach blossom blooming in spring.

Her lips were slightly parted, the color as pink and tender as a petal, and the breath she exhaled carried the sweet fragrance of nectar, condensing into a faint, ethereal mist in the morning light.

She was so beautiful she didn't seem like a real person, but rather a flower born from this Spirit Garden itself, a flower that gathered the beauty of a hundred blossoms, unique in all the world.

Her plump and supple figure under her light green dress was like a flower stem urged to its peak by the spring breeze, soft and full, every curve as if sculpted by the hand of nature, so naturally perfect that it made one forget to breathe.

"Both," Wang Sheng said those same two words again.

But this time, his tone was lighter, softer, and… different.

It was not polite pleasantry, nor a joke, but a tenderness from the heart that he himself had not fully realized.

Su Mengyao's emerald eyes lit up in that instant, like the sparkling light on a spring lake illuminated by the sun, clear, bright, and overflowing with unconcealed joy.

She lowered her head, her emerald-green hair hanging down like a waterfall, shielding her flushed face, but Wang Sheng could see the corners of her mouth curling up slightly beneath the curtain of her hair, forming an arc as gentle as water.

She didn't speak again.

But her hands, those fair and slender hands with faint green tips, gently covered the spot where he had just brushed her hair, like a flower gently closing its petals after a spring breeze, keeping that warmth deep within its heart.

The tour of the Spirit Garden lasted for nearly an hour.

Su Mengyao took Wang Sheng through every corner of the garden, from the golden sun flower high on the riverbank to the frost moon orchid by the water, from the sun-drenched red flame flower to the nether purple wisteria in the shadowed areas, and from the medicinal jade heart herb to the ornamental colorful spirit chrysanthemum.

She could describe the variety, habits, and uses of every single spirit flower, as well as the difficulties she encountered and the solutions she found when using her Power of Nature to cultivate them.

Wang Sheng listened attentively, occasionally asking a question or two. When Su Mengyao answered, her emerald eyes were always sparkling, like emeralds soaked in sunlight; she loved being listened to seriously, especially by him.

"When did you start preparing this garden?" Wang Sheng sat down under a golden sun flower tree, leaning against the trunk, watching Su Mengyao walk briskly among the flower beds.

Su Mengyao crouched beside a cluster of jade heart herb to pull out weeds, her emerald-green hair swaying gently behind her, the hem of her light green dress spreading across the flowers like a flowing expanse of green. "From the day you put me in charge of the spirit fields and medicinal herb gardens, I had been thinking about it."

"Spirit fields grow spirit food, and medicinal gardens grow spirit herbs, but the varieties of wild spirit flowers are far richer than spirit food and herbs, and many spirit flowers have uses that spirit food and herbs cannot replace."

"For example, the nectar of the frost moon orchid can calm the mind, the pollen of the red flame flower can purify spirit power, and the nether purple wisteria can dispel shadows; spirit food and herbs cannot achieve these functions."

"So you decided to build a Spirit Garden specifically to grow these spirit flowers with special uses."

"Yes." Su Mengyao stood up and brushed the dirt off her hands, her emerald eyes like two talking gemstones amidst the light and shadow of the flowers. "And the Spirit Garden has a benefit that neither the spirit fields nor the medicinal gardens have: it can improve the ecological environment around the camp."

"Look, ever since the Spirit Garden was built, the concentration of spirit energy in this stretch of the Lingxi River has increased by about ten percent, and the number of spirit fish in the river has also increased."

"That's because the root systems of the spirit flowers can purify the water quality and conserve spirit energy, which is equivalent to installing a natural spirit energy filter for the Lingxi River."

Wang Sheng nodded slightly. He watched Su Mengyao as she stood in the flower beds, the morning light spilling onto her emerald-green hair like a layer of flowing golden gauze, her emerald eyes like two gemstones soaked in sunlight amidst the shadows of the flowers, her porcelain-like face overflowing with genuine joy and satisfaction.

Her plump and supple figure under the light green dress was like a flower stem urged to its peak by the spring breeze; the form-fitting cut of the dress outlined her soft waist and the full curves of her chest without reservation, her waist as supple as a willow branch, while above the waistline were a set of intoxicating, full curves, as rich and inclusive as the earth itself.

The floral fragrance radiating from her whole body permeated the morning breeze, mixed with the sweetness of the Lingxi River water and the scent of the wild earth, like a symphony of fragrance composed by nature itself, belonging only to Su Mengyao.