The little servant was very happy, chattering all the way.
"Just go straight down this corridor, turn left, and you'll be there, Miss Harry. The young master is waiting for you."
Joan Harry had her hands in her coat pockets, her face as clear and frosty as the chilly air of indifference.
The sound of high heels echoed in the corridor, particularly crisp to the ear.
Turn left.
After only a few steps, the scene before her suddenly brightened.
Bright lights, of all colors, different from those outside.
Moreover, the air was filled with a shallow and faint fragrance of lilies.
Joan Harry took a few more steps and noticed that the flower room's stands were covered with lanterns, each of different shapes.
There were Hexagonal Peach Blossom Palace Lamps, hand-painted round paper lanterns, lotus lanterns...
All sorts of styles and colors.
Joan Harry was stunned for a moment.
She had never seen so many beautiful lanterns before. This was a first for her.
