In a dimly lit room, after their moment of tenderness, the sky had already darkened.
Kong Lingwen didn't like dining with Cao Yumei and her son, so they had stayed indoors, only going out for food in the evening.
Sitting in the courtyard, they stargazed and chatted while eating, finding a certain charm in the activity.
By the time it was past nine, a hush had fallen over the old manor, and Yang Cheng and Kong Lingwen returned to their room.
"I need to move now. Wait for me inside; I'll be right back."
Yang Cheng put on a white bathrobe and then donned Kong Lingwen's wig.
"Are you going to disguise as a ghost to scare Cao Yumei? She's not foolish—she won't believe it, and it'll be obvious that it's us."
Kong Lingwen furrowed her brow, somewhat disapproving of his idea.
"Look at this."
Yang Cheng took out some broken flowers from his pocket, the same Illusory Soul Orchid that had fallen earlier that day.
"Weren't these shattered already? Where did you get them from?"
