Lan Yeyue's eyes glistened with tears, a self-mocking yet cold smile playing on her lips.
"Tell you? Why should I? I just won't tell you! I want you to spend your whole life in an unsolvable mystery!"
"I won't."
Meng Qianqian spoke calmly.
Lan Yeyue was taken aback, "You..."
Meng Qianqian said seriously, "I will unravel it, or liberate myself."
Lan Yeyue was stunned.
Meng Qianqian put down her teacup, gently arranged her wide sleeves, and stood up to Lan Yeyue, "Tell him for me, live well, live for himself."
She stood, walking out into the cold moonlight.
Lan Yeyue's tears burst forth, filled with anger yet unsure of why she was angry.
She stamped her foot hard, wanting to sweep a table of pastries to the ground, but inadvertently saw a box of red bean pastries.
She carefully packed the red bean pastries, wiped away the unbidden tears with her hand, glared at the disappearing shadow in the night, and left the courtyard with gritted teeth.
