On the same night, the lights in Qixue Pavilion remained lit.
Liu Ruyan carried a lantern as she walked through the lush garden, heading toward a secluded corner of the courtyard. Her maid, Xue Mei, followed behind her with an expressionless face, her spirit already numb.
"Look, the flowers are blooming," Liu Ruyan said, gazing at the two night-blooming cereus flowers in the corner. Under the moonlight, the two pristine white flowers slowly opened, their beauty flawless.
Liu Ruyan stared at the flowers, entranced, and a wave of sorrow washed over her. "Life is like these cereus flowers—blooming for a moment, yet mourning for half a lifetime... Look at Zhang Yue, whose life was just like this flower."
The news of Zhang Yue's scheme to frame Shen Wei had already reached Liu Ruyan's ears. She couldn't help but feel sympathy for Zhang Yue.
Xue Mei mechanically replied, "Yes, yes, yes."
She was exhausted!
