Shen Yinning showed him the wish she had written on the flower lantern:
——Year after year, season after season, flowers bloom under full moons, Yinning and Ying shine brightly.
Her handwriting was as clumsy as it had been upon her return to the capital, seemingly unchanged in the slightest.
Yet under the candlelight of the flower lantern, it held a peculiar charm, innocent and endearing.
Shen Yinning said softly, "I have no name or title for my relationship with Brother Lu Ying. It wouldn't be appropriate to write our names directly; I fear others would misunderstand if they saw it, and I am afraid my younger sister would become upset. This is the only roundabout way I could ask the old moon god to keep Brother Lu Ying by my side forever, flowers blooming under full moons, for an eternity."
The garden was filled with flower lanterns.
On the stairs, pomegranate blossoms had fallen, scattering across the ground.
