Tian Yuan stood up, instinctively wanting to pull at Li Xuan's sleeve, but she feared this bond might become his burden. Her arm hovered in mid-air, then quietly dropped, as she spoke in the most reassuring voice with a smile: "With me at home, everything is well. Don't worry."
The two parted ways.
After Li Xuan left, Tian Yuan gently rubbed her slightly reddened eyes.
Fatigue and sadness washed over her; she said with red eyes, "Oh Tian Yuan, you've married a very capable man."
She lay on the bed, closed her eyes, tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.
Suddenly... she caught a whiff of a floral fragrance.
She thought it was an illusion.
Yet the floral scent seemed right beside her pillow.
So, Tian Yuan opened her eyes, only to find a bouquet of peach blossoms lying next to her pillow.
The peach blossoms were freshly picked with dew drops from the night still on their petals.
