An Yiqing stood up from the sofa and lit a calming incense stick with a sigh.
Heartaches need heart medication; appearance can be healed, the body can recover, but the hurdles within the heart depend on Nan Tian's fortune!
The Nan Family Old Residence has felt gloomy ever since ownership changed hands. Even when the sky is clear, there's an inexplicable chill within the estate.
On the second floor, the door to the First Madam's room remained closed.
The dark drapes blocked much of the sunlight; within the dim light, the room was filled with smoke, dreamlike and ethereal.
Dong—Dong—Dong—
The crisp sound of the wooden fish echoed continuously, accompanied by the rich scent of sandalwood and the low chant of Buddhist scriptures. The entire room seemed out of place compared to the rest of the Nan Family.
The Madam of the Nan Family wore a black long dress, sitting cross-legged on a cushion before a Buddha statue, eyes gently closed, softly chanting Buddhist scriptures.
