Inside a residence in Liuhua Lane, several wild camellias drooped despondently, their branches withered and yellow, having completely lost their once vibrant and unrestrained appearance. The petals, which used to be as gorgeous as brocade, had mostly fallen off, and the few remaining ones had lost their bright luster, their edges curled and drooping as if protesting the sudden change of environment with their very lives.
Qiongzhi held a watering can, preparing to water the camellias. Seeing this, she felt displeased in her heart: "Cheap things, provided with the richest soil and fertilizer, and they still turn out like this—born with thin blessings and a short life."
Ever since these camellias were transplanted from Yunxi Village into the small courtyard, the petals that had originally been in full bloom withered day by day. No matter how much fertilizer was applied, it was of no use, as if telling her that they never belonged to Liuhua Lane in the first place.
Chapter 85