"Pan'er, have you received my letter yet? What are you doing right now?"
"Are you, like me, also thinking of me? Are you finding it difficult to sleep during your midnight dreams just like I do?"
"Pan'er, remember to take good care of yourself and don't let the cold frost harm your body. Also, remember to think of me..."
Two figures, both standing by the window, look at the Golden Chrysanthemum in front of them, each yearning for the other.
Su Pan'er extends her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing over the droplets on the Golden Chrysanthemum. The droplet, like a playful sprite, dances and plays on her fingertips.
She carefully savors the icy cool sensation as the rain glides over her fingertip.
It's just like her and him, clearly far apart, yet seemingly so close at hand.
Su Pan'er immerses herself in Qin Yi's letter, however, the door is once again pushed open from the outside. Mrs. Su-Hua enters joyfully, carrying a tray.