"That's a shame, if you get a chance, you must visit the North. Just imagine, amid the vast white snow, red plum blossoms bloom one by one on the branches, it's as beautiful as it gets."
Nan Feng smiled, agreeing that what Song Xiaoyue described would indeed be a beautiful sight.
Then Song Xiaoyue added, "Unlike these few here, they're so sparse, like they're underdeveloped. There's no snow, there's too much weed on the ground, impossible to clean up. There's no beauty to speak of here."
Nan Feng responded, "This is the expression of your father's affection towards your mother. Perhaps in your mother's heart, these few ones here may be more favorable than a garden full of plum blossoms in the snow."
After thinking for a bit, Song Xiaoyue agreed, "That does make sense!"
While they were talking, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Nan Feng?"