Burned

Once they got home, Zhao Lifei did not walk straight to their bed or the bathroom. She, instead, made her way to the terrace that overlooked their garden. She could see the rose arches from there, the fountain, ghastly pale from the moonlight casting over it. Thick, trimmed bushes added a scenic feel to the main garden, and splashed throughout were different abundances of flowers that created an ever-winding world of colors. It brought life to this place, something she deeply appreciated. 

Her eyes traveled beyond the arches. In the distance, she could see the arches of the bridges, whose railing was painted in red. It led to a gazebo resting on a small island. Occasionally, ripples would form on the water, created by the assortment of fish living in the pond.