Fall.
The first day the osmanthus flowers bloomed.
The Lady of the Township Manor passed away, aged forty-eight.
Qin Wu stepped down from her sedan chair, dressed in simple attire, with a white beaded flower pinned on her clothes, standing behind the mourning members of the Yan Family.
She looked at Yan Wanqing with numb eyes, her heart aching.
At this moment, Palace Attendants pushed Yan Li'an in his wheelchair past her.
Yan Li'an's eyes were red-rimmed as he looked at the characters on the tombstone, his fists clenched in pain.
The autumn breeze rose again, bringing waves of the scent of osmanthus.
This was the last fragrance their mother had asked for during her lifetime.
But for some reason, just after one night, the osmanthus tree died.
All its leaves fell off, leaving only the stubborn flower buds clinging to the withered branches, until they were completely shriveled.
Deep into autumn now.
But mother could no longer wait to see the snow.
