Yun Zhao rubbed the jade ring on her thumb. "He's fine. Once he wakes up, he'll be all right." Seeming afraid that Black Glasses might press her with more questions, she quickly added, "Do you want to pack some things? You can take whatever you like from the storage room, but only from the very last one."
Hearing this, Black Glasses nodded. "As long as he's fine, that's what matters. As for those things, we don't need them. They look nice, but they're not practical—if they got chipped or banged up, it would break my heart." With a grin, he looked at Yun Zhao. "You just sit here, Zhaozhao. I'll go check on Mute and then pack some things." With that, he stood up and walked toward the inner room.He wanted to see if he could get any answers out of Zhang Qiling when he woke up—about the person in the painting, about Yun Ling, and about that tightly locked storage room.
Yun Zhao looked at the closed door, her gaze gradually drifting away into the distant darkness. If that scroll hadn't been kept here, it probably would have rotted to pieces long ago. If Black Glasses hadn't brought it out, she might have forgotten that person entirely. How time flies—even the Zhang Family Patriarch has changed by more than a dozen generations.
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