Juhua nodded. The flickering lamplight on the table cast a somber glow on the dark red, carved canopy bed and chests. If it weren't for the pale pink bed curtains, the room's color palette would feel too cold. In the dead of night, the watchdog let out a fierce bark, triggering a chain reaction of responses from dogs near and far. A lone wild goose cried out mournfully as it passed overhead, stirring a sense of wistfulness in the person sitting by the lamp.
Huai Zi suddenly asked, "What's going on with Yun Ying and Doctor Qin? Are they fighting?"
Juhua was taken aback. "Why would you say that?" she asked, puzzled.
