Hui Ying Au's Broken Memory in the Past
"Miss," Three unfamiliar maids get inside my training stead; they move around behind me as the room maid keeps holding the peach in her hand and staring down at my blade. I also noticed her hands were sweating. The new wound in my finger's flesh started to bleed out, making two little drops of red tears fall with a watery sound when they finally landed on the ground. "You have to change your clothes now," said the maid between the other two maids. Her cold quick tone of the order got me giggling.
