"Sister Qing has put Yu to bed, and Luo caught a cold after playing outside a few days ago. She's feeling better now but can't be exposed to wind, so she didn't come out."
Due to the fatigue from the journey, after some chatting, the old lady let them rest. Lin Jiaojiao took Xuemei and Qingtao back to her own courtyard.
Her courtyard had a lovely name, Sunny Snow Pavilion, and a big pear tree stood in the center. In the sunny April, pear blossoms bloomed like snow.
Her mother had loved pear blossoms, and so did she. Similarly, she also loved plum blossoms, or perhaps what she loved was not the plum, but the person who stood as proud as a plum in the cold.
"Jiaojiao is back!"
No one knew who spoke, but several maids in the courtyard all looked over and saw Lin Jiaojiao who had just entered the gate.
The maids hurriedly bowed, "Jiaojiao."
Among the Chen family's daughters, Lin Jiaojiao was the third, so these maids called her Jiaojiao.
