To reduce her uncertainty, she’d eventually tried all the famous temples with all the popular fortunetellers in Chaozhou, such as the oldest Kaiyuan Temple and the renowned Chaozhou Ancient Grand Temple. At last, she came to a conclusion that her fate was her name, the Plum Blossom, unrecognized.
Deep down, she knew that she had to wait. Sooner or later, she believed, her plum would blossom. Yes, Bing was the fi rst person and the only person who had once given her the closest feeling of the plum blossoms. But undoubtedly she’d married the wrong man. The plum really had never blossomed. Her hope then was a vain hope. She’d been disappointed time after time but had yet to give up hope. Now she hoped more than ever.