"Wait for a while more. When the lights are out, let's go play one round at the palace," Meng Fuyao said. "For some things, if you want to find the answer, it can only be found there."
"Mm," Zhangsun Wuji replied. He picked up the light fragrant scent of the woman beside him, and it was the cool and sweet-smelling aroma unique to a maiden. Mixed amongst the rows of cherry-apples and iridaceae, her smell was not overwhelmed. Instead, it was one-of-a-kind, and it seeped into his body. Meanwhile, she wore soft and plain robes, and she resembled a cloud floating across the silky sea of purple, red, yellow, blue, and red flowers. Under the starry and hazy night sky, she radiated a mysterious sense of beauty.
As he looked at her, he thought a lot about her. He thought of her clear forehead, her bright eyes, the corner of her eyes that slightly lifts up when she smiled. He wanted to accompany her in a field of apricot blossoms and watch each other until the sun rose.
