Ye Que struggled hard to walk out of the mire, holding the lotus flower Chi Zaozao wanted earlier. It was vivid and beautiful.
Just like the ancient saying, emerging unstained from the mud, and bathing untainted in the limpid water.
Even though Chi Zaozao had already left, Ye Que still protected that flower, carrying his shoes, returning to the inner hall.
He put the flower in a vase and placed it in Chi Zaozao's inner chamber, and then went to take a bath.
Coming out from the bath, he didn't expect to see Chi Zaozao adding water to the vase of flowers he arranged. He stood behind her, quietly watching her actions.
Chi Zaozao poured some water into the vase so that the lotus could survive even after being separated from its root.
After arranging it, she couldn't help but kiss the lotus, feeling someone behind her, her face turned cold again.
"Aren't you going to prepare my lunch?" she questioned.
