Minute after minute passed, and Shen Mingyue continued her account without pause, her voice growing hoarse. The silence of the room was only broken by her steady explanation, while Miqiu sat still, her small hands trembling faintly as she absorbed it all.
Half an hour passed in this way. At last, Shen Mingyue exhaled a weary breath and finally came to an end. The room grew quiet again, only the faint sound of the wind brushing against the window was left. She raised her eyes to Shen Miqiu, who now sat with her head lowered. Her expression was unreadable, her lashes trembling slightly as if she were caught in a deep and tangled thought.
Then, in the next instant, something strange happened. Shen Miqiu's eyes suddenly seemed to glow faintly, as though some inner light had awakened within her. That pair of eyes, usually soft and childish, shone with a sharp brilliance as they turned instinctively towards one particular direction—towards Mother Lan's room.
