"It was brewed from plums and will be opened next spring, named 'a branch of spring.'
"Your mother adored it when she was younger, but her tolerance was poor. After drinking, she would sway unsteadily and eventually sit right down in the snow. Then leaning back, her head would hit the plum tree."
"The plum tree would shake, dropping a lot of snow on her head, but she never got angry. Instead, she just stretched out her hand to catch the snow and play with it."
"Back then, I was sitting beside the tree, watching her."
Murong Longtu had a faint smile, his eyes tinged with sadness, "As one gets older, one tends to think of all these insignificant things. Guan Yi, how is the forging of your sword coming along?"
Li Guanyi said, "It's still just a sword embryo."
He turned around, went back, and brought a box wrapped in rhinoceros skin. After opening it, a sword embryo lay on black satin, forged by Li Guanyi from the won material during the grand sacrifice.
