The night was deep and serene, with the lush and exotic flowers and grasses on Bihua Peak faintly glowing, moonlight cascading onto the rooftop of Bihua Residence, creating mottled shadows that drape the entire structure in a veil of mystery.
A beautiful woman in a sandalwood red cheongsam leaned by the window, gazing at the moon; her lovely face appeared somewhat poignant under its light.
The Third Elder did not leave like the others, leaving her alone in this grand and magnificent building.
The reason was simple: she could not let go.
The idea to make her own silk stockings struck coincidentally; it was merely because Ji Lingruo gifted her two pairs of ice silkworm stockings from Qianhua Pavilion.
Upon learning that the stockings were crafted by that woman from Qianhua Pavilion, she disdainfully mocked them, saying it was a simple task, then Ji Lingruo admired her and asked if she could make more pairs.
