Novel & Cerita Ten Miles Of Peach Blossom

all traces of their life together had been reduced to ashes by the fire. And in the backyard, the rows of peach trees he had transplanted for her. He remembered that Nina loved peach blossoms most and enjoyed eating peaches, so he had spent a fortune to have an entire grove of peach trees transplanted, allowing her to admire the blossoms in spring and eat the fruit in autumn. Every spring, pink peach blossoms covered the branches. They say peach blossoms represent love, and he had always felt that this grove, these blooming flowers, symbolized his love for Nina.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

Every pebbled pathway was lined with hedges and shrubs, each one pruned into some sort of fantastical shape or another: an elephant, a heron, a perfectly round sphere. Then, all of the pathways converged into one center area, where there was a towering peach tree—one that was far larger and more knotted than any normal peach tree, due to its ancient age. It must have been here since before Moonrise pack was even a pack. But as Lily and I strode up to the enormous tree, underneath which was a small, moss-covered stone bench, I couldn’t help but notice something. The leaves… They looked perfect. Not a hint of the beetles that Lily had been talking about before, although they were utterly devoi

She could not believe that everything in front of her was real. The black grassland had disappeared and everything in front of them had been lighted up. The beautiful scenery was beyond human imagination. It was like a fairy tale world. The space was full of peach blossom forests with pink peach petals floating around. The air was full of a relaxing, pleasant fragrance. In the woods, bees and butterflies played between the flowers while birds of various colors were flying around. Several beautiful deer were running about. When they saw Qin Haodong and Lin Momo, there was no fear in their eyes.

One more person would be a third wheel. Jessica closed her mouth sheepishly and turned to look out of the window. The car started. The suburbs were desolate, but the scenery was not monotonous. There were several vegetable greenhouses in the distance, and orchards were along the way. It was spring now, and peach blossoms were in full bloom all the way. Everything was pink, like a haze. When the wind blew, several peach petals floated with the wind. They stuck to the window and were taken away by the wind. Jessica's eyes followed the petals and were fascinated by such a beautiful scene.

She deliberately twisted away, saying, “My aunt says a woman should focus on her studies and career. I can’t let a man hold me back.” George hugged her from behind. “That’s fine. I can wait. And when that day comes, I’ll be the one standing behind you, supporting you.” A gust of wind blew, sending cherry blossoms drifting down from the trees in a flurry. With that, Hailey closed her eyes and nodded.

Ten years had slipped by like quiet river currents since the long war ended, and the capital had become a thriving beacon of peace and prosperity. The palace gardens overflowed with vibrant summer blooms — roses climbing trellises, jasmine vines heavy with fragrant flowers, and fruit trees laden with ripe cherries and plums. The air carried the sweet, heady scent of life in full bloom, mirroring the profound joy that had taken root within the royal family.

"Yes... yes... I’m okay. I’m just... I’m just..." His voice trailed off as his eyes fell on a cluster of pink and milk-colored petals shivering in the night breeze. Viburnum. They were the same flowers he had seen in the sprawling garden of the Wellman estate—the garden that had felt like a stolen paradise. He reached out with a trembling hand, his fingertips barely grazing the delicate, cool petals.

"Everett, how is it? You like it?" Laura Wood followed beside Everett, pointing at the peach blossoms filling the garden, and asked with a beaming smile. Everett curved her lips into a smile, "How could I not trust you to handle things?" Mrs. Murillo loved peach blossoms, but by this season, most of them had already fallen. Laura had been on to the birthday banquet long ago, and she had specially brought in this batch of late-blooming peach blossoms from out of town, spending quite a bit of money.

“Fine. Ten minutes. With security.” “Fifteen,” I bargained. His mouth twitched—not quite a smile, but close enough to feel like a small victory. “Twelve.” I grinned despite myself. “Deal.” ⸻ The gardens were sprawling and perfect, like something ripped out of a glossy magazine. Roses climbed trellises, fountains burbled with expensive serenity, and even the gravel paths seemed carefully arranged. It was beautiful, but in a way that felt staged—like the world’s most extravagant illusion.