Bai Zhi'er sighed.
She turned her head and saw a particularly beautiful ginkgo tree in the courtyard.
It was deep autumn, and golden ginkgo leaves were falling.
Bai Zhi'er looked at the ginkgo tree: "Wow, it's so beautiful. Few people plant ginkgo trees in courtyards."
Long Xiyuan glanced outside and said, "This was her favorite tree when she was alive. She said she loved their lush appearance."
"On my birthday one year, she gave a tree, and we planted it together in her courtyard."
When the former Empress was in good health, she liked to lie under the tree and bask in the sun.
Long Xiyuan looked at the lonely ginkgo tree, the gold still scattered on the ground, but the person was gone.
Bai Zhi'er turned her eyes: "I heard that ginkgo trees, besides longevity, have another meaning—resilience and eternal love."
Long Xiyuan was stunned.
He stared intently at the ginkgo tree outside.
Feng Fuce sat nearby, leaning against the chair in a dignified and aloof manner.
