Inside the room.
Qin Yuan's voice was soft, her movements gentle, but Marquis Gu's heart was profoundly shaken.
Could it be...
Outside the window.
The chilling autumn wind blew a yellow leaf from the tree, tracing a poignant and lonely arc in the air, withering, falling into decay, and despairing.
Once it falls from the tree, the leaf loses its vitality.
What follows is inevitable decay and demise.
...One leaf heralds the autumn.
When Qiujie came to invite the Marquis and Madam to talk in the main room, the courtyard was unusually quiet, where there should have been many maidservants under the corridor, none were seen at this moment.
Hong Ye and Cui Ming's absence could be overlooked, but even Mo Zhu and others were not there, prompting Qiujie to peek into the window, noticing the Madam was drying the Marquis' hair, which made her smile involuntarily.
