The breeze gently blows, silent and still.
Diwu Yun'er stood dumbfounded outside the door, seeing no one in sight.
She always felt an emptiness in her heart, as if she had lost something, even making it hard to breathe.
Who knows how many breaths passed, yet the room remained silent, as if no one was inside.
A scene she had just witnessed involuntarily popped into Diwu Yun'er's mind, and her face instantly turned red.
How could Ningxiang do such a thing...
If this were to get out, it would be utterly embarrassing.
But besides herself, no one else knew about this. If she didn't talk, no one would know.
Yet... a wicked thought crossed her mind, only to be crushed immediately.
Diwu Yun'er! How could you think like that, Mo Ningxiang is your close friend! Your friend!
How can you tarnish her reputation?! Even for... it's not right...
Diwu Yun'er sighed deeply with self-reproach.
She wondered if Lin Fan's wounds had healed.
