Just as the last remnants of fading red wither away, a sudden autumn chill fills the screen-curtained boudoir.
Through the wutong leaves, the third-watch rain falls; every single leaf echoes the sound of parting.
Adjusting the treasured se, plucking the golden bronze beast, back then they sang together to the tune of *Partridge Sky*.
Now, in the wind and rain of the Western Tower, tears fall even without a clear song.
"Tell me, what on earth is our Lord thinking? Why did he suddenly start such a fierce fight with Lady Muyin?" Zimo, who always stayed by Jiang Qianyue's side, couldn't help asking Wu Linglan. "You used to be by Lady Muyin's side all this time. Can you tell me what's going on between them?"
"How would I know anything about their business?" Wu Linglan rolled her eyes. "You'd better worry about yourself! Ask less about things you shouldn't poke your nose into, or you won't even know how you died!" With that, she turned into a wisp of mist and vanished.
Chapter 109