Aunt Wu's heart was pounding harder and harder, almost suspecting she had come to the wrong place. How could it resemble the layout of a palace drama so much? The grandmother's house across the street used to be very poor. Delphine could wear the same piece of clothing for a year, patching it up when it wore out, reluctant to throw it away even when it became an inner layer.
Delphine was in the adjacent room, selecting flower trees to be transplanted. Ignatius Leclair had specially given her some pictures to choose from, all premium flower trees.
"I want this pine tree, the shape is really beautiful. Placing it in the courtyard, as soon as you open the window, you can see it." Delphine immediately took a liking to the pine tree shaped like a beauty. The key was, perhaps by getting closer, she could smell the pine's fragrance, a scent she often detected on Ignatius Leclair.
