Crisis Resolution

The door was closed gently, and she unknowingly walked to the window, watching his figure go further and further on the flowery path. She didn't know what she was doing, but she turned around and opened the door before catching up with him. "Wait!"

He turned back in the flowers and the morning light. "Ah Luo?"

She was still wearing a blood-stained silk satin nightdress. Her hair flared around her, and her chest slightly undulated due to her sharp movements. She looked at him and suddenly didn't know what to say. After a while, she said, "I'll let the butler send you."

A little hope in his eyes faded away.

"Ah Luo, can you send me away?"

The floral scent of summer spread between the two and unknown birds sang lightly in the forest. Her blood-stained nightdress was swayed by the breeze and stood under a bush of flowers at the end of the path, faintly fragile and at a loss.

He asked again, "Can you?"