When the falling flowers pass by, the distant flow carries the fragrance.
While Yueyao was painting a scene of flowers falling into the water, she heard Xi Yu come over and say, "Miss, Miss Luo is here. You better go back!"
Yueyao seemed not to hear, continuing to paint the withered flowers entering the water. To the current position Yueyao had reached, any scenery could be captured in her paintings, but to catch a view that would compel her to pick up the brush indeed was not easy.
Having waited in the Begonia Garden for over a Shichen, Mingzhu's legs had gone numb, and she still had not seen Yueyao arrive. Mingzhu grew anxious, "Why hasn't she come yet?"
Xiang Wei said leisurely, "You're wondering why the Miss hasn't come yet?" Under normal circumstances, when the Miss heard Mingzhu was coming, she would certainly hurry back. This time, she hadn't shown up in over a Shichen, and everyone present knew why.
