Ai Ju came over carrying a Beauty Bottle and placed it gently on the table.
Feng Yunjin examined it carefully. From the outside, nothing seemed amiss. The white porcelain was delicate, and a winter plum blossom braved the wind on its side. She picked up the vase and gave it a gentle shake, then held it to her nose and sniffed. There was no scent at all.
Song Jieyu had said that what flourishes must also decline. 'What does that mean, "what flourishes must also decline"?'
'Is she referring to a person or a thing?'
Feng Yunjin was baffled. Song Jieyu was not one to speak carelessly, nor was she a meddler. For her to issue a reminder now, it certainly wasn't without reason.
But she couldn't find any clues and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
'The flowers of the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how grandly they bloom, will eventually flourish only to decline...'
