Who is this Miss Wilson?
The Fifth Young Master Foster sat alone in the courtyard, enjoying the moonlight, waiting for Cecilia Wilson to return.
Cecilia Wilson's younger brother had returned from abroad after completing his studies, and today Cecilia was having dinner with her brother, saying she didn't need his company.
The Fifth Young Master Foster brewed a pot of the finest Biluochun tea, and the housekeeper had prepared some exquisite candied fruits. The weather made it most comfortable to be in the courtyard, the large copper brazier no longer held any charcoal, only a small piece of top-quality sandalwood that, when lit, filled the entire courtyard with a calming aroma.
The ivory-colored long robe in the moonlight lent a touch of elegance to the Fifth Young Master Foster's jade-like face, as he pinched a candied plum with his fingers and placed it on his tongue, transitioning from sweet to sour back to sweet, a multitude of flavors surged up at once.
