Mother and Son

In the evening, it started to rain in the capital.

Wei Ting did not hold an umbrella when he went out. His clothes were drenched by the spring rain. He was carrying a small basket in his arms that was covered tightly by his wide sleeves.

"Young Master, you're back?"

The servant guarding the door was about to bow when Wei Ting hurriedly walked over.

The servant was at a loss, but he thought of something and came to a realization.

Wei Ting went to the west courtyard of the mansion in the rain.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the sky turned completely dark.

Wei Ting carefully protected the flowers in his arms and knocked on the courtyard door.

It was Ping'er who opened the door.

Ping'er was wearing a raincoat and could barely open her eyes from the heavy rain. "Young Master, why are you here?"

"I picked some flowers and plants for Mother," Wei Ting said. "Is Mother around?"