The paper rose under the sunlight possesses a hint of transparency, exuding a sense of unreality as if one's fingers could pass right through it.
Ming Mei lifts her head to gaze at the sun in the sky, its blinding yet beautiful glow of late September morning seems capable of banishing all darkness and cold.
Ming Mei's hand touches the glass, seemingly feeling the warmth of the sunlight.
If this matter must be clarified, then let it be clarified in broad daylight.
Unfolding all the hidden truths, she refuses to listen to others, she wants to search for it herself, she wants to understand it herself.
Ming Mei doesn't trust the butler; she doesn't want to trust anyone right now.
Setting down the paper rose, Ming Mei is unsure if it will be of any use. But if there are people from Shen Nie in this house, she wants to try if this could lure them out.
Ming Mei cannot find anyone who can help her, and she herself doesn't have the ability to handle this matter.
