"Your Ladyship, look—the plum blossoms outside have bloomed so beautifully against the snow. It’s truly magnificent." Yingchun walked into the room with a smile, but she was still met with Bai Wutong’s despondent expression.
These past few days, she and Chan'er had tried everything to cheer Bai Wutong up, yet nothing worked. With the Lunar New Year approaching—a time that should have been filled with joy and celebration—Zhaochun Hall remained deathly still, devoid of any vitality.
Yingchun lowered her voice. "Your Ladyship, would you like to see the plum blossoms? Or perhaps I could prune a few branches and place them by your bedside. They say the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold; you are just like these blossoms, Your Ladyship—you will surely get better."
Chapter 92