In the Mirror House, Yu Niaoniao placed the plant rod in the corner and walked out with heavy footsteps.
Xiao Juan looked at her. "What kind of expression is that?"
Yu Niaoniao's face fell. "It's the expression of someone going to the grave."
Xiao Juan was speechless.
Yu Niaoniao arrived at the morgue door.
She silently hypnotized herself. There was no need to be afraid. It was just a few dead people. She'd seen enough of them to get used to it.
Having steeled herself, she braced herself and crossed the threshold of the morgue.
Lo Pingsha had been waiting with the four painters.
The four painting students were in all sizes from tall to short, and from fat to thin. They were all wearing the uniform of the Eagle Guards.
As soon as they saw Yu Niaoniao, they immediately went forward to greet her.
"Greetings, sir."
In this era, people addressed learned people respectfully as sir.
