The heavy rain came suddenly, and the copper bells on the eaves rang softly. Lin Sui protected Hyacinth and ran into Cheng Yan's arms. He restored ancient buildings, and she took care of the garden full of flowers and trees. He mended her broken celadon flowerpot, and she hid a double hyacinth in his mortise and tenon toolbox. The rainy season is long, and dried flower specimens are always curled up in the corners of his surveying drawings. The dead vines she repaired quietly climb up his newly painted carved windows. On the day when the century-old wisteria bloomed again, he held the hyacinth glass paperweight in his palm: "Would you like to keep them with me year after year?"
