Xia Ruya and Lin Yingxin were seated together beneath the porch by the lake, with a platter of fruits and snacks on the stone table in front of them. The porch was large and contained a corner where one could practice the four arts or brew some tea. It added a touch of grace to the place.
The porch was located in the middle of Boya Pavilion and when seated on it, one would be able to see a century-old cinnamon tree. It was fall in October where the cinnamon was fragrant and the golden yellow leaves covered the branches. The flowers smelled sweet and refreshing as well.
Lin Yingxin looked at Xia Ruya and said, "This must be your first time here at Boya Pavilion. Why don't you take a stroll around the place with the other heiresses? You must understand that Boya Pavilion is not always accessible and you'd have to wait three years to see it again if you miss it this time."