Meanwhile, at Li Meirong's residence...
The sunlight was strong. The white clouds above were fluffy and looked as if pasted to the bright blue canvas of the sky. Their puffiness was reflected in the clear pool of water below.
The small, clear pond encircled the orchard Li Meirong had established with Chou, marking out a barrier. The garden leading to the cabin was mostly comprised of trees, branches heavy with ripe fruit just begging to be picked.
Bees and butterflies were frequent visions in the garden, buzzing and fluttering from flower to flower as they gathered pollen and nectar.
Outside, everything appeared tranquil and harmonious. Inside, however, was another matter.
Li Meirong sat by the window, jade-like fingers clenched lightly in the curtain as she gazed at the pastoral landscape. Her brows drew together slightly in a subtle frown. Her current appearance, fraught with worry as she was, only served to heighten her charming appeal.
