Inside the room.
Yun Qian quietly gazed at the bonsai before her.
She had been looking at it for a long time, yet it still wasn't enough. She didn't know why; logically, even if it was a bonsai cultivated by her husband himself, it shouldn't attract her gaze like this.
"Ms. Yun, you really do like this Chasing Silk Vine." The Rowing Maiden couldn't help but say.
Yun Qian had been looking at it for a long time.
"Chasing... Chasing Silk Vine?" Yun Qian's words were gentle, but her eyes were tinged with some inexplicable meaning.
"Yes, it's often kept as a landscape by the ladies here." The Rowing Maiden pointed to the center of the bonsai where the cyan rattan slowly wound around the central greenwood, eventually gathering at the top and hanging down like an umbrella.
In the delicate square flower pot, the vine seemed to depend on the greenwood, but upon closer inspection, one might get the illusion that it's not dependence but a deadlock.
