It was the eighth day of the second lunar month. There was still the coldness of snow in the early spring. Cotton-like edelweiss huddled together on the branches, like a group of joyful, naughty children climbing up the trees, not willing to come down.

The feast was ready. Old Madam, who hadn't been out of the Lotus Fragrance Courtyard for a long time, arrived extremely early today. When the red glow from the sun just incarnadined the western sky, the seats of the feast were ...