I merely want to be a clam. With time and my own flesh, I will care for my pearl.
In the middle of the night, snow suddenly began to fall. There was no wind, and as such, the snow fell like cotton drifting down from the heavens. The entire garden of plum trees blossomed in the night; the red flowers were like blood, dying the branches with drops of crimson.
Meixiang entered in the middle of the night to replenish the coal, only to see Chu Qiao sitting on the bed. Slightly taken aback, Meixiang stepped forward and lightly called out, "Missy, what happened?"
Chu Qiao donned her white cotton pajamas as her hair was like black silk, yet she seemed like a stone. Her complexion was rather pale as she lightly shook her head and said, "I am merely feeling a bit uncomfortable."
Meixiang heard that and lightly smiled as she teased, "The fourth master just left for two days, yet Missy is already missing him so much that you cannot sleep?"