Chapter 54: Who entrusted my longing to the wild ginger? (III)
Translator's note: A lovely friend helped me figure out how to properly link footnotes, so I'll be slowly going back through previous chapters and linking them properly. My apologies for the period that I wasn't able to figure out how to do that - When A Yin pushed the door open and entered, there was only a little bit of chaotically scattered light, which floated from the bed and flew out through the wide open glass window. A Luo laid on her side on the large, Western-style mahogany bed, fingers strewn at random n the air, the stream of light from the jade butterfly of just previously remaining. She had never seen the spirited A Yin cut such a sorry figure before; her hands were wrapped around her night gown-covered waist, and the colouration on her face had collapsed into confusion, the grandness of days past gone, withered as if it were trampled-on bok choy. The bok choy lifted her gaze to her, her eyes still restraining the lustrousness of cabbage, and impolitely sat do...