Zhu Lingyun left Jingguan Hall, walking absent-mindedly step by step into the rear hall. The nuns on the road spoke to her, but she ignored them.
The sun set in the distance.
At the moment when the sunlight abandoned the Forbidden City, she suddenly shivered and came back to her senses.
It was only at this moment that Du Miao's voice entered her ears: "Xuan Yun Steward, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?"
Zhu Lingyun hesitated: "I... I'm fine."
Du Miao leaned closer to sniff: "Xuan Yun Steward, why do you have the smell of burnt ashes on you?"
She instructed the nun beside her, "Go, fetch a handkerchief and brush off Xuan Yun Steward."
Zhu Lingyun looked at Bai Li, and was suddenly startled: Bai Li, who hadn't looked at her directly for several days, actually turned to look at her at this moment.
She suddenly felt guilty and pushed away Du Miao, turning to flee the rear hall: "Nonsense, there's no smell on me."
