Lu Xiu had just returned from the Cao Residence. As he reached the entrance, he saw that all the maids serving inside had withdrawn.
According to the guards at the door, Liang Wan had also just returned. The thought of Cao Danqing's incessant complaints made him frown and rub his temples. 'How on earth does Zhou Yun put up with her?'
He waved his hand to stop the maids who were about to bow. After a moment's hesitation, he slipped inside without a sound.
The moment he stepped into the room, he heard a woman's voice, as crisp and clear as a spring on a cold mountain.
He heard only a single sentence before he stopped, lost in thought. 'Whenever she dreams, she always sobs and weeps, but I never see her cry during the day. Only when she's asleep.'
'She once asked me if she looked like the woman in the painting.'
'Thinking back, she only resembled her on a few rare occasions, like that day she was laughing and joking with Song Tan.'
