"General Fang!" Second Master Xie called out to stop her.
Fang Qingdai turned her head, her gaze icy as she looked at him. "What is it, Second Master Xie?"
Her tone was indifferent, the look in her eyes dark and profoundly cold.
The way she looked at him was so much like that day, all those years ago, when she'd seen him and Second Madam Xie in the same room—filled with the same disgust and impatience.
Second Master Xie felt he had no right to speak to her any longer and swallowed the words of concern he was about to say.
His narrow eyes darkened slightly. "My condolences for General Liang."
Fang Qingdai said nothing. She turned away coolly, hurried into the curtain of rain, and rode off on her horse.
Just then, Xie Mingxu finally arrived in a rush, holding a rain cloak he had found.
But all he could see was Fang Qingdai's retreating figure as she spurred her horse onward.
