Lian Hua quickly shook her head, "There's nothing of the sort, please continue, Consort."
"Does Sister also think Sister is desolate?" Consort Fang Pin said, looking into the distance with a trace of sorrow, "Who will sit alone by the bright window with me, just the shadow and I. When the lamp dies out and I wish to sleep, even the shadow will abandon me. Alas, alas, what desolation I feel."
Having finished, her eyes began to well up with tears, she turned her head towards Lian Hua, expecting her to say something.
Behind Lian Hua, Xiao Jizi and the others felt this moment was exceedingly strange.
Xiao Qing and Xiao Linzi were puzzled by what Consort Fang Pin was talking about, resembling someone whose mother had just died, especially since it was actually the joyous occasion of Mid-Autumn Festival.