The hostas in the East Palace are always falling, and they are as white as broken jade, covering the steps where the three young masters have walked for nineteen years.
When Ah Wan walked in holding the medicine box, she saw Xiao Heng picking up flowers, Xiao Ce sheathed his sword, and Xiao Che lowered his eyes and flipped through the book - none of them could survive twenty-five, she was here to test the poison, and she was also here to make a life-for-life appointment.
The medicine bowl burned her palms, the blood she coughed out was stained red as a pear, and the unfinished warm fur coat was still stained with fox fur. She secretly changed the prescription, completed the map of the star sea, and hid half of the broken jade under her pillow, thinking it could warm the cold of the palace wall.
Until one morning, she collapsed among the flowers. There were three sets of decoctions in the medicine box open, and the notes read, "The pear soup is warm," "The fur needs to be dried," and "The star has been repaired."
Later, the hosta flowers stopped blooming. The three young masters held the half piece of jade she left and stood in front of the steps until they were twenty-five years old. Where the wind passed, Luo Ying wrapped her clothes around them, like she touched them gently for the last time.
Intention: Regret is also perfection"