Hearing Chen Caozhi say this, Lady Lu, Zhang Wenwan, saw that he clearly would not give up. She could not help saying anxiously, "Chen Caozhi, do you know that you're harming our Weiwei this way? Do you know how much blame and how many cold words she has endured from the elders of the family since the year before last? In all her life, who could ever bear to scold her? Do you know how much she has suffered for you? Early last year, her second uncle smashed her beloved Broad-Fragrance Pure-Heart in a rage. It truly frightened me terribly, yet Weiwei didn't shed a single tear. A Weiwei who didn't cry worried me even more. Did you know any of this?"
Zhang Wenwan was so agitated that tears fell as she spoke. She truly loved Weiwei.
Chen Caozhi's handsome, thick brows drew together, and his eyes grew moist. After a long silence, he said, "Lady Lu, you know Weiwei's nature. She is steadfast in love, and her feelings are simple and pure. Because the owner of a flower would not part with it, she would travel a thousand li twice a year to visit it. She would shed anxious tears over a prized flower withering and fading too soon. She has an exquisite heart of ice, luminous and clear, without the slightest impurity. Such a woman is a treasure, rarely encountered in this world. Now that I have met her and fallen in love with her, how could I give her up? If I give up, that heart of ice will shatter!"
At these words, what Lu Weiwei had said beside Pinghu instantly surfaced in Zhang Wenwan's mind-"Aunt Zhang, if I had never met Master Chen, I could have obeyed my parents and married anyone. But now I have