The backyard was carpeted with apricot blossoms. Lan Zhen'er lay across the cold ground in early spring, the crimson at the corner of her mouth staining the snow-white blossoms.
"These are his beloved apricot blossoms. He'll never come back here again."
Lan Zhen'er closed her eyes in despair.
Until the day she died, she never knew that he had put the poison into her beloved apricot blossom cakes with his own hands.
Nor would she ever know that on the night she died, he wept until he fainted, because he had failed to give her a proper title and could not fulfill the promise he had made to her.
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