The crabapples in the Yong'an Marquis Mansion were in full bloom. A pink tree was shaken by the wind and fell on the bluestone to spread a thin layer. Song Wanyi knelt on the mat in the side hall, her knees numbed by the straw through the fabric, but her back was not bent.
There was a page of paper placed on the low mahogany table in front of him. The ink had dried and the words "Zhao Mingchen" were written neatly at the signature. Letter of annulment. She read it three times, each time finishing the few well-worded sentences before making sure that she had not missed any words.
