Mrs. Li passed away on the night when the cicadas were chirping the loudest. It reminds me of the day I first met her, when the heavy snow broke the plum blossom branches.
This is the first mistress I have served, and I have only served her for just half a year.
I thought half a year was too short, but later I realized that for some people, half a year is already a long time if measured in terms of one lifetime and one death.
Concept: the warmth and warmth of the palace