In the courtyard, the cups were neatly arranged. Yuchi stood under a tree, leisurely watering the flowers.
The three of them had returned to the courtyard for a short while.
Following his routine, Yuchi didn't say much.
He wanted to calm the other's heart.
It seemed the moment was ripe now.
Without turning his head, Yuchi spoke to Huo Shanlan, who stood silently a zhang away, "Have you gleaned some insight from observing the flowers?"
Yuchi was playing a riddle.
This kind of ambiguous question depended on the other person's meaning; whatever they answered, Yuchi would go along with it.
It could be called a technique.
Huo Shanlan glanced at Wei Qingzhu, who was standing in the corner, taking a deep sniff of Yuchi's discarded clothes.
With a drop of cold sweat on her forehead, she pondered carefully and answered, "Flowers and plants absorb the essence of heaven and earth, blooming with unrivaled beauty."
Yuchi, "That's an optimistic answer."
