Zhu Qianying had been back for quite a while, yet she was reluctant to venture into the corners of the Yan Family's home. She feared that stepping anywhere might stir up the memories of old days.
Yet when her son tugged at her, excited about seeing a bird's nest, she did not want to dampen his enthusiasm. Accordingly, she agreed to accompany him to the woods.
The woods were populated with many osmanthus trees. Five years ago, these were merely saplings that reached up to her shoulders. Now, they had grown lush and tall, with Zhu only reaching halfway up their trunks.
She guessed that when it was time for the osmanthus blossoms to bloom, the entire woods would be filled with a delightful fragrance.
Quite naturally, thoughts of her happily married days sprung to her mind. She would recall how one day after dinner, Yan Bo, who was always busy, suggested that they go for a walk. Their stroll led them here and she had been quite curious.
