Sango ran off towards the village without looking back. "I chose you, Sango," Miroku said mentally. "If I hadn't of chosen you I would've still been with Chrysanthemum." When Autumn Chrysanthemum walked out of the house, she was holding the hand of a little girl. "Plum Blossom, I'd like to introduce you to someone," Chrysanthemum said.
"Who is it?" the little girl asked. A halo of white plum blossoms circled her head. She was as sweet as the nectar of a plum and as beautiful as the blossom of one. She wore a chain of plum blossoms around her neck too. "Tell me, who is it?" she asked again, wiggling her freckled nose. "It's your BaBa, Plum Blossom," said Chrysanthemum.
"Oh," said Plum Blossom. "Come and see the little chicks, BaBa. They have just hatched." The little girl grabbed Miroku by the hand and ran to the other side of the yard. She showed him ten yellow chicks and a black one. "Grandma says that we can eat all but the black one." "How come?" asked Miroku. "Because it's male," Plum Blossom explained. "MaMa," she shouted. "I like that man. Can that man be my BaBa?" Chrysanthemum smiled. "Where did your friend go?" she asked Miroku. "I'm not sure," he lied. He walked over to InuYasha and Kagome, followed by Plum Blossom. "Hey, Miroku, looks like you've got a tail," teased InuYasha. "InuYasha, sit!" said Kagome. "What was that for?" asked InuYasha. "I'm not really sure," Kagome replied. "Plum Blossom, time for bed," called Autumn Chrysanthemum. When Plum Blossom had gone to bed Miroku walked over to Autumn Chrysanthemum. "There's something I need to tell you," he said. "Yes, what is it?" said Chrysanthemum. "That girl wasn't just my friend. Chrysanthemum, I promised that girl I would marry her too. She left and told me to chose between you and her. I chose her," Miroku said. "I completely understand," said Autumn Chrysanthemum disappointedly. "That's where you got me wrong. I'm sorry to say this, Chrysanthemum, but I regret meeting you. I finally understand what the poets have written. In spring, moved to passion; in autumn, only regret." Chrysanthemum sobbed. "I'm so sorry," she said.
Meanwhile:
"There's no way Miroku and I can compare to Miroku and Autumn Chrysanthemum," Sango said. "They truly are a real-life Liniang and Mengmei. I should've never come between them. Even after five years apart she still loves him."
Chapter three. There was one line from the Peony Pavilion by Tang Xianzu. I also mentioned its two main characters Mengmei (meaning death of plum) and Liniang. It's a Chinese opera from the year 1598. I've used lines out of this (example: "I finally understand what the poets have written. In spring, moved to passion; in autumn, only regret.) opera because certain ideas in my fan fiction revolve around these lines.