The Sequel to Flower Sea Garden

Each time he came here, the night was gentle, white gauze curtains swayed, and the sea of flowers was quiet and soft. Even in this month near year's end, when it was no longer in full bloom,

looking out at this tranquil peace from where she sat, it still made one unconsciously curve one's lips into a faint smile and recall the gentlest things one had experienced in memory.

"I really didn't expect you to come to see me at this time."

"You say that, but Grandma Shui, you must have foreseen it long ago."

In Beijing, which had yet to turn cold, at the tea table beside the open-air balcony, a young woman sat beneath a sliver of moonlight with a knitted shawl draped over her shoulders. Her glasslike eyes shone as she smiled sweetly.

The dignified elegance of the former princely residence intertwined with the lively bamboo grove, adding such peerless charm to her that she hardly seemed real.

If not for the way the young man across from her addressed her as an elder, if not for that trace of passing years in her light smile,

outsiders might have thought they looked more like siblings.

But Fang Ran stared speechlessly at Shui Linlang, who looked only a few years older than him. Holding the black tea before him, he felt a little embarrassed, pressured, and uncomfortable as he asked,

"Um, I've always been curious. Why do you turn into this young appearance every time I come here, Grandma Shui?"

"What reason does a woman need to love beauty? Besides..."

Shui Linlang lightly propped her interlaced fingers beneath her face. When she tilted her head and smiled gently, a flash of the mischievous liveliness from her youth appeared.

"It's because this way, I get to see how uncomfortable