Nangong Liuli thinks of him every day, every day she yearns. Her heart is filled with worry: "That brat brother bearing the name of Flower Thief out there, I know he's no wicked person. But others must misunderstand him, beat him, and trouble him. Fate is so cruel, why does it treat him thus? This path is fraught with dangers, I fervently hope he returns safely. ... If ... if the time is ripe, he should take the chance to flee far away, never returning to this place. I would be happy for him."
In the courtyard, watering flowers, lost in sorrowful thoughts, her mind drifts aimlessly. Covered with an air of melancholy, even the delicate flowers in the courtyard lose some of their color. This day, she suddenly sees Li Xian again, overwhelmed with joy, she rushes to him. Li Xian opens his arms and embraces her, catching a whiff of a delicate fragrance, feeling soft jade in his embrace.
