The Young Master’s Past

When he was younger, his mother had loved him.

The earliest years of Yu Zixu's life were perhaps the happiest parts of his childhood. His father loved him greatly. His mother loved him just as much. He had a younger brother, only four years younger than him, and they were the best that siblings could be.

His mother adored flowers. She adored nature, all of it, from the sun to the rain, the wind to the soil, the leaves to the branches to the petals. She couldn't stand staying indoors. At any opportunity, she would spend time in her courtyard. Zixu would watch her, from the perspective of a curious child, as his mother proceeded with her daily tasks.