In the plum garden, the delicate fragrance wafted over them. Lan Zhihui's eyes glimmered like spring sunlight hitting the white snow. She smiled calmly and looked at Ji Yuxian. "Smell the plums' fragrance," she said, "Look at them, all pink and white!"
"If you like them, then you should come by more often!" Under the plum trees, his sleeves were like clouds, his countenance carefree. His lips were curled in a light smile.
Lan Zhihui looked down, her lips curving up slightly. She simply smiled without speaking. Ren Zhi'er followed behind, feeling like she was about to go blind! Their three shadows passed the flowers and the trees. Xie Ying and Shangguan Yu saw them and immediately went over to greet them. They respectfully said, "Hello, Young Master. Hello, Lady Lan."
