Aria’s POV
I gently set down the embroidery needle and finally let out a long breath.
The entire Peony Elegance lay completely before my eyes.
I raised a hand to rub my slightly sore eyes, then let my gaze fall back onto the fabric. One peony after another bloomed vividly—its lines soft, its layers distinct—so lifelike in the morning light that it seemed ready to blossom right off the cloth.
At that moment, what rose in my chest wasn’t exhaustion, but a long-lost sense of accomplishment.
This was the birthday gift I had prepared for Grandma, and also the only thing I’d truly poured myself into wholeheartedly during this time. I was certain she would like it.
I slowly stood up. After sitting all night, my legs instantly went numb, and my body swayed uncontrollably for a second. Luckil
