The glasshouse extension was all aglow, its glass sparkling and transparent, a cluster of fresh flowers displayed upon the walnut long table, complemented by the slightly intoxicating sunlight of a late autumn afternoon.
Tang Li stood at one end of the long table.
In her hand, she held a pair of scissors, lightly snipping at the stem of a lily.
Delicate stems fell onto the pile of bouquets on the table.
Tang Li had already placed the lilies into a broad, round glass vase, and as she slightly bowed her head, the hair previously pinned behind her ears fell in loose tufts, with sunlight shining from behind her, illuminating her profile and the skin on her neck with a lustrous, translucent whiteness.
Lai Wenyan was a northerner, and Tang Li had inherited his distinct facial features.
But in terms of temperament, she closely resembled the young Tang Yin.