In a garden fragrant with flowers and alive with birdsong, colorful butterflies danced among the blossoms. Suddenly, a few birds perched on a large tree chirped, their clear calls echoing through the garden.
Gazing at the beautiful scenery, Zhu Xinru, who had been silent for a long while, suddenly spoke to her maid, Chunxiang.
"Chunxiang, when Mr. Lin bid us farewell, I did tell him he could come find me at our home if he ran into any trouble, didn't I?"
The maid, Chunxiang, was watching two large, beautiful butterflies playfully chasing one another when she suddenly heard her mistress speak. She froze for a moment before replying.
"You did! When Mr. Lin was leaving, you told him so very clearly, my lady."
"If I did, then why hasn't Mr. Lin come to find me after all these days?" Zhu Xinru, a beauty that outshone the flowers, furrowed her lovely, willow-leaf brows in confusion.
