As she asked the question, Qing Dai lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the woman before the mirror.
But she could feel the silence in the air.
She could even hear the sound of her own breathing.
She instantly felt a pang of regret.
Just as she was about to withdraw, the woman across from her suddenly spoke. "Are you going to erect a monument for him?"
Hearing this, Qing Dai lowered her head, not daring to speak.
Meng Qiewei rose to her feet. In an instant, she dissipated like a phantom, sweeping past Qing Dai to reappear at the doorway.
As her figure fully materialized, one foot was already crossing the threshold.
Her voice immediately followed. "Are there people who suspect this?"
"Not for now," Qing Dai said, following her out.
In the courtyard, Meng Qiewei looked up at the sky. A gentle breeze stirred the tips of her hair, causing them to dance before the crimson patterns of her attire.
