95 ChunHuas Desire To Live (1/2)
Stepping out of the garden, Lan'er started her way to her carriage. She intended on going to the palace to retrieve her sister under the guise of seducing the Crown Prince. As she made her way around the corner, her eyes met the ones of the second miss.
ChunHua.
However, ChunHua appeared to be changed. Her eyes were meek and quiet, unlike her usual prideful ones.
Seeing Lan'er in front of her, ChunHua gave a nod to greet her, ”Third sister.”
Lan'er paused. Her eyes were examining into the eyes of the other. How unusual. If ChunHua was not at the jewelry store, she was at the fabric store. Never was she seen so quiet at home. Her second sister always despised being caged up at home. Had something happened?
”It's a surprise to see you here, ChunHua.”
ChunHua merely lowered her head, giving a small acknowledgment to her third sister's statement. She carefully stepped to the side and allowed Lan'er to move forward. Lan'er couldn't help but let a slight frown to appear on her face. As she shifted her sights back to the front of the manor, her eyes happened to catch the sight of a thin silver thread seemingly tied to the neck of ChunHua. However, as she blinked, the thread disappeared.
Although she felt it was odd, Lan'er didn't drawl on it too much. Moving her feet quickly, she shifted her attention back to Hongyue, who was still stuck in the palace.
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”Second Miss, are you okay?” A maid hurried over to help ChunHua into the room from the doorway. ChunHua didn't answer. Her eyes landed on her mother, who was staring at the doorway dimly. ChunHua suddenly moved closer, and she ran her fingers through the second madam's hair.
”Mother?”
The maid who was standing nearby flinched. It was a strange sight to take in. The voice ChunHua used wasn't in the least sad or of grief. Instead, it was filled with a hostile resentment.
Thinking that ChunHua was upset about her mother, the maid tried to reassure her, ”Second Miss, please calm down. I'm sure the general will carry out revenge for your mother.”
ChunHua turned over, her eyes revealing a hint of interest, ”Father? Father can?”
However, a string of laughter flowed out of her mouth, ”My father can?”
Turning her eyes to the maid, she tilted her head. The maid froze. It was strange. It had been a week but the second miss changed so much.
The maid mustered up her courage, ”I'm sure-”
”No one can,” ChunHua stopped her with a sharp glare, ”Tell me, who can fight against the capabilities of a ghost?”