In Bishui Villa,
Huo Yuan sat in a room in Huifang Garden, his expression desolate. He held a Fighting Colored Chicken Cup in his hand, the tea inside gone cold, but he seemed not to notice. He merely leaned against the back of the chair, his gaze forlorn as he looked at every item in the room.
On the embroidered couch carved with flowers, she had once slept. When she left, her body's subtle fragrance still lingered on that couch. It wasn't strong, yet it was intoxicating. Now, the delicate scent had faded, but the heart-stirring feeling remained.
He stood up, touched the Suzhou-style brocade quilt and sheets, sighed, and sat down on the embroidered couch.
