The lotus leaves stretch endlessly, lush and green, while the lotus blossoms glow redder than ever in the sunlight.
A warm summer breeze drifted gently by, carrying the fragrance of lotus flowers from time to time.
Inside a boudoir near the lotus pond, gauzy green curtains fluttered softly in the breeze.
A young girl in a water-green dress lay on the bed. No one knew how long she had been asleep. Suddenly, she twitched and opened her eyes slightly, only to close them again...
“Zijin, Zijin! Wake up, quick!” a little girl's clear voice called.
After a while, the sleeping girl forced her eyes open again, looking extremely weak.
“You're awake! That's wonderful! I'll go tell Sister Diaochan right away! She's been worried about you!” The speaker was a young maid who looked about fifteen or sixteen.
