Lady Eve, who lives on the top floor of the West Tower, has her own maid, a young and beautiful girl named Bella.
At this moment, Lady Eve had just returned from outside. The maid opened the room door for her, and Lady Eve casually said, "Bella, I would like to take a bath, please prepare some rose petals for me."
"Yes, ma'am." Bella respectfully left.
The room was lavishly decorated. Lady Eve slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down. She gently took out a small flat box from her handbag and opened it.
It was the folded handkerchief.
Lady Eve slowly lifted the handkerchief. The folded handkerchief spread open, and a little blood was stained on the pure white fabric, resembling plum blossoms.
Lady Eve suddenly grasped the handkerchief with both hands, pressed it to her nose, and inhaled deeply with a look of intoxication on her face.
