Song Jiyun asked the maid on night duty, "Isn't the door outside properly closed?"
But Xiang Zhan walked in wearing her clothes with a beaming smile, holding a delicately woven bamboo basket in her hand, from which the fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafted through the inner chamber on the breeze.
"Miss, the young master has come over," she handed the small flower basket to Song Jiyun. Under the lamplight, the white magnolia flowers shone brightly like beautiful jade, "He knew you had lain down to rest and asked me to place this by your bedside, saying it could calm the spirit. Tomorrow morning, when you open your eyes, you can also enjoy the flowers."
Song Jiyun was very surprised.
Previously, Yuan Yunzhong said he might not be able to come back in the evening and even sent a toy to her.