At night, Luo Yun asked someone to take the two children to rest, and Yu stayed here too. She didn't sleep, waiting for news from Fu Garden.
The doctor from the capital city had been summoned, and Chu Lingqi had also come.
She sat on the bed, looking out through the half-open window.
The long-lasting rain had finally stopped, and the sky was filled with stars, scattered and disorderly, just like her current feelings. Under the starlight, she could vaguely see a few begonia branches extending beyond the courtyard wall. The red fruits densely hung on the branches, and the sweet aroma filled her room.
He once said, she was like a spring begonia, gentle, unrestrained, beautiful, and fragrant. His words constantly echoed in her ears, but he was far away.
When he came from afar, she pushed him back...
Thinking about this, Luo Yun's tears fell again.
It was probably around 9 p.m., when a servant girl rushed in with Manager Luo who had been gathering information at Fu Garden.