Zhao Rong walked out from the North Gate of Taiching Prefecture.
In the chilling wind, he gathered his sleeves around him.
He had noticed this little sachet a long time ago.
He remembered that the sachet was originally a compensation for losing one of his renowned scholarly garments, which Su Xiaoxiao had forgotten in that small courtyard in Zhongnan Country.
After the two of them had decided to spend their lives together in that ruined observatory, the sachet took on the nature of a love token, albeit subtly.
In the naive Su Xiaoxiao's heart, perhaps what the sachet sought to match was the undyed jade he often wore at his waist.
However, she had been weaving this sachet on the way to Du You City, doing so slowly, and had not given it to Zhao Rong; now, after several months apart, she had finally finished it.
