Early July.
The mood of the people has not emerged from the sadness yet.
The masses feel both strange and curious about the death of someone from high society, so this heat has not decreased at all from late June to early July; on the contrary, it has grown more and more intense; scandals of the aristocratic families spread like jokes in the city.
When people talk about Translator Officer Mei Qiong, their faces show some ridicule, some pity, and some sadness.
But more so, there's the peculiar indifference typical of bystanders.
Because those watching the drama will never know how painful and sorrowful the ones in the drama are, nor what struggles they endure in the face of death.
Jiang Muwan, on this day, went to a café to buy a latte.
As she paid, she overheard a group of people behind her talking about Mei Qiong.
Her hand holding the coffee tensed.
Even trembled slightly.
Having paid, she didn't wait for the service staff to give her change, took her coffee, and left.
