Regarding Xihe Garden, Chi Wan had always assumed it was either a sanituary or a nursing home.
When she saw this classical Chinese garden-style residence, she was utterly shocked, the bedazzlement in her eyes entirely undisguised.
White walls and dark tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, vermilion gates. Pink-and-white crabapple blossoms stretched playfully over the wall, swaying in the wind, releasing a faint, delicate fragrance.
Chapter 42