Before she called my name
I was a seed deeply buried beneath the soil
After she called my name
I became a flower
——
Jiang Yu put down the small card in her hand and stared at the bouquet of flowers in front of her, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The short poem was a gift message written on the card without a signature; the card was inserted into the bouquet; the flowers were delivered to the Paulownia Tavern by the steward after she returned from visiting her grandmother this morning; and the Paulownia Tavern was her residence in the old Zhongshan mansion.
Although the steward of the old mansion was usually taciturn and reserved, he was meticulous and diligent in his work, and it was impossible for him to make the mistake of sending something to the wrong courtyard on New Year's Day.
Yet Jiang Yu couldn't figure out who would send her such a bouquet on New Year's Day.
