In the faint light of the heavens, she seemed to see that man's figure again.
It was already deep into spring as the flowers fell like snow. That young man stood below a tree wearing his bright blue robe with a violet cloth belt. From afar, he casually asked aloud, "Aye! Which palace did you come from?"
Suddenly, the recollection was shattered. In her blurred vision, she could make out Wenyuan's worried face. Wenyuan's mouth was opening and closing profusely, but she could not make out what she was speaking.
