The night was deep, the sky glittering with stars.
The small courtyard, bathed in moonlight, was as serene as any other summer night.
Only the main house lacked the candlelight that usually burned until dawn.
The intermittent coughing would never be heard again.
The silence was unnerving.
Cui Lingyao stopped and looked up at the bright moonlight, a whirlwind of emotions in her heart.
"Miss..." Behind her, Zhiqiu gently admonished, "You must take care of yourself. If Mrs. Shen were here, she wouldn't want to see you so heartbroken."
The dead can't be brought back to life.
This was the first time Cui Lingyao had been forced to accept a death.
And the first time she had tasted the helplessness that came with true loss.
'She was actually thinking about Xie Jinbai.'
Three years ago, her own death had been swift and clean.
'When she left him to face her sudden demise, what did he feel?'
'Was he like her today...?'
'Or was it even worse?'
