"Yuanfu." A weak and hoarse voice sounded in the glorious inner room.
"Your Highness"
The old eunuch was slightly stooped, his face was covered with wrinkles caused by time, his voice was very soft, and tears were shining in his muddy eyes.
"Yuanfu, are the begonia flowers blooming in the courtyard?"
The old man lying on the bed also had a face full of vicissitudes of life. He was on his deathbed. His eyes were distracted and his lips were slightly trembling...
Yuan Fu wiped away his tears and tried to keep his voice steady: "Go back to Your Highness, the flowers are blooming!"
"The flowers... Are blooming..."
His eyes became more and more distracted, and his voice became vague. The weather had warmed up during the season when the crabapple flowers bloomed. Why was he still so cold?
He seemed to see someone standing among the crabapple flowers. The petals fell all over the sky and she stood there, still so young...
Intention: Two-way love