"Sister… is that, is that you remembering? Sister…"
"I've seen in my dreams… I remember…" Instead of directly answering, Old Madam Shen sat down and suddenly pointed her finger at the corner of the wall—
For some reason, a smile appeared on her weathered face as she thoughtfully said, "I remember there should be one… there should be a blue and white porcelain lidded jar there."
Aunt Xuan's expression turned sharp.
And fear!
Her sister was right; it was her favorite lidded jar that used to be placed there; she loved it and used it to arrange osmanthus flowers.
As for that man, no matter how busy or tired he was, he would dutifully bring her osmanthus flowers throughout the four seasons, no matter the weather, even if it wasn't the season for osmanthus to bloom in Beijing; he never stopped.
Ha, the blue and white porcelain lidded jar paired with the golden osmanthus flowers was fragrant and beautiful, accompanied by their affectionate smiles, how it hurt her eyes!