Chapter 205: Chapter 205

As they approached the peach blossom forest, a gentle breeze whisked thousands of pink petals off the branches, showering over people, each carrying a whisper of fragrance. It was as if they had wandered into a heavenly scene, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Xanthea reached out to catch a falling petal, “Orion, why are there so many peach trees here? Did you have them planted?”

“No,” replied Orion, “This area used to be a natural scenic reserve full of all sorts of flora. But later, for land auction purposes, the environmental authority had most of them cut down, leaving only this fringe of peach woods.”

“So, it must have been even more beautiful before. It’s a shame I didn’t know about this place earlier; I would definitely have come to visit. Oh!”

Her tone shifted as if she suddenly remembered something funny. She playfully slapped his back, “Orion, do you know what I used to dream about when I was little?”

“What?”

“I loved irises. And I thought if there was a man who would plant a whole mountain of irises for me, and when they bloomed, I would marry him!”

At that, Orion silently stopped in his tracks.

The midday sun filtered through the dense peach trees, casting mottled light across his distinguished face, which shone brilliantly yet couldn’t dispel the deep, dense shadow lurking in his eyes.

Did Matthew Martinez plant a mountain of irises for you?

Xanthea looked at him, puzzled by his sudden stop. “Why did you stop?”

“Did it happen?”

His voice was low, almost a whisper. Xanthea didn’t hear clearly at first. It took her a while to understand, and then she laughed, “How could it? That was such an extravagant, childish fantasy. Not even TV dramas would film it. It was just a kid’s silly dream.”

She had indeed once told Matthew, who had jokingly replied, "Then I guess I can't marry you," but she hadn’t been upset. After all, such fantasies were as impractical as trying to pluck the moon from the sky—no one could really do it.

“Hey! I see a particularly beautiful peach blossom over there!”

“Orion, let me down. I want to pick that blossom!”

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Orion placed her down onto a bench, gently supporting her as she stood.

Xanthea tiptoed, reaching for the peach blossom. The fragrant, lush branches swayed lightly with her movements, showering down pink petals, making her laugh, light and clear, more beautiful than the blossoms themselves.

Orion watched her, mesmerized.

“Is it a double peach blossom? Isn’t it pretty?”

She plucked the blossom, her eyes curving into smiles as she boasted, not expecting to hear him blurt out, “Not as pretty as you, Xan.”

She paused, realizing his gaze had never really left her, and blushed slightly, “Of course!"

"I know I’m pretty, but don’t get too obsessed!”

Orion narrowed his eyes, a faint smile in his gaze.

Too late, he was already captivated.

He had been hopelessly so for a very long time.

At the set of "Realm of Illusions."

Benjamin had heard on his way that there had been an accident on set. Upon arrival, he found everything seemed fine, except Xanthea was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Xan?”

“Mr. Jones, the director just added a circus scene for Phoenix at the last moment. Unexpectedly, the horse got spooked as soon as Xanthea mounted and ran off. We’ve already called 911, and Mr. Lockwood also...”

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