Lin Xuan Qi began to open his mouth and recited a poem by Nalan Xingde from the Qing Dynasty.
"We meet in silence, nothing said, like lotus drenched in rain.
"A faint red blush upon her face arises and wanes again.
"Her hairpin, tipped like phoenix wing, hang from tangled hair; A shy and trembling light of thought is gathering softly there.
"I almost call her name to her, yet hold the words inside; For deep emotion, once exposed, has nowhere left to hide.
"She turns behind the winding rail, where private thoughts remain, and lightly taps her jade hairpin, concealing love's refrain."
Liu Shi Shi put her hand together in front of her and she mumbled the last line over and over again, "Lightly taps her jade hairpin, concealing love's refrain..."
It made her blushed from what it meant.
Her heart was hanging there for so long like the phoenix's pin in the poem before he took her in as his concubine.
The wait for a new poem from him was worthwhile for her.
