At dusk, the sun withdrew its blinding rays and turned into a golden platter. The cloudless sky, blue like a clear lake.
Yueyao couldn't keep flowers alive, so she let Xiang Wei plant vegetables in the backyard. Her own courtyard was filled with grass. Now, as midsummer approached and the weather was rather dry, Yueyao would water the grass every morning and evening.
When Tingzheng entered the courtyard, he saw Yueyao holding a watering can, sprinkling water over the grass.
Tingzheng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sister, let me do it!"
Yueyao cheerfully handed the watering can to Tingzheng, looking at the lush green grass on the ground with some regret. She had hoped to make her own dwelling as verdant as the Lanxi Courtyard, but this wish was hard to fulfill.
