"Rip" sound filled the air as she only caught a piece of clothing.
She watched helplessly as Zhuang Fanxing fell, without any impending fear of death, her face displaying an endless calm and tranquility, accompanied by a sense of relief and release.
Liang Wenwan lay on the balcony, stunned, her arm still hanging in mid-air, her whole being seemingly drained of its soul.
It was as if in an instant, she fell into a bottomless abyss.
"Why did you push Lady Ruan down the stairs, are you insane?" came Huang Wenqing's confused and angry interrogation beside her ear.
She murmured: "No... it wasn't me..." her voice tinged with a streak of terror and trembling.
She watched with eyes wide open as the woman's frail body fell onto the lawn, like a mandrake flower in full, resplendent bloom, blooming its most decadent magnificence in death.
Screams erupted in the garden, as a crowd moved like ants, gathering and discussing endlessly.
