Three years later.
In the courtyard at the back of the Zhao family estate, there was a lily tree that was the center of attention. The lily tree stood tall and majestic, its branches adorned with vibrant blooms that filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Its delicate petals danced gracefully in the gentle breeze, resembling dancing butterflies, captivating the hearts of all who laid eyes upon them.
A table was placed beneath its branches, and a cup of warm, fragrant tea and a small plate of custard cake sat on it. A gentle breeze blew, and the lily tree's white petals fell like snow onto a person.
