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The cold breeze of a night full of reflection of the subconscious mind was like a nightmare. Mumu had forgotten the memories of that incident but not Dongmei and Qian Jin. Restless on their beds, their room door faced each other in a parallel line.
The silence gifted to them being cherished as wealthy heir and heiress were suffocating them. Dongmei looked outside the window, still wondering what she could not remember, when a thought crossed her mind.
"Master Jin was injured badly. Is he doing well? Madam Li did not return but sent Autumn instead with food."
"Should I go out and check?"
"But he is a stranger." Another thought clashed with her words spoken by heart.
"Madam Li's son can not be a bad person." Her heart spoke again, and her brain failed.
