"The flowers are pretty, I like them too," Jian Xi smiled and ran over to pick two flowers and tucked them behind her ear, "Uncle Li, do they look nice like this?"
"Beautiful! The lady sometimes wears them this way as well."
"Hahaha, it seems I share some interests with my future mother-in-law."
She stood in the garden, giggling, the innocence and charm of a young girl on full display, all captured in Yu Ling's eyes.
Yu Ling stood beneath the window, tightening her shawl around her before subconsciously reaching for her own temple.
Her slick hair was bare of any adornment.
She let her hand fall, her gaze complex.
In this world, there was actually someone else who would tuck those small, humble flowers into their hair just like she did.
"Mom."
Nan Mufeng had arrived at some point and hugged Yu Ling from behind, "I'm sorry..."
Yu Ling pursed her lips, remaining silent.
