Before she called my name
I was a seed buried deep beneath the soil.
After she called my name
Only then did I become a flower.
Jiang Yu set down the small card in her hand and stared at the bouquet before her, her fine brows slightly furrowed.
The short poem was the message written on the card, unsigned; the card had been tucked into the bouquet; the flowers had been delivered to Wutong Small Restaurant by someone sent by the steward when she returned from paying New Year respects to her great-grandmother that morning; and Wutong Small Restaurant was her residence in Zhongshan Old Residence.
Although the old residence's steward was usually taciturn and dull, he handled matters with meticulous care and seriousness. It was impossible for him to make the mistake of delivering something to the wrong courtyard on the first day of the New Year.
Yet no matter how hard Jiang Yu racked her brains, she could not imagine who would send her such a bouquet on the first day of the New Year.
Those who had a reason to send her flowers did not know the address of Zhongshan Old Residence; those capable of delivering flowers to the old residence had no clear reason to send them.
Like Puji Island, Zhongshan Old Residence lay within an enormous barrier and was protected by countless powerful spells. Ordinary bluebirds or magical messengers could never find its address. Moreover, there were only a handful of visitors to the old residence on the first day of the New Year. Jiang Yu truly could not think of anyone who would send her such a strange bouquet.
"Did Uncle Wu say which household sent it?" The witch delicately sniffed the mingled fragrance drifting from the bouquet and calmly asked the maid