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After an explosion often comes silence, a quietness that is peaceful. Within such tranquility, the silence of the North Hall starkly contrasted that of the South Hall.
Su Wanmo appeared, spotting some servants who were busily moving about the South Hall without noticing anything amiss. Her gaze swept the area, but she didn't find the person she was looking to see here.
Her heart contracted, her expression icy to the extreme.
"Young Miss, what are you doing here?"
Su Wanmo looked at the speaker, "Where is he?"
He? The servant hesitated before catching on, "Mr. Mei was just here a moment ago, he must have returned to his room by now."
"It seems not, I just saw him chasing after a butterfly towards the corridor," another servant said.
A butterfly? What a butterfly indeed!
