Hua Ruyu

Mo Hua remembered her name. It seemed to be...

Hua Ruyu?

Mo Hua glanced at her again and found that this woman was indeed stunningly beautiful and exquisitely delicate, like a flower and jade. Her makeup was simply too heavy, her face caked with powder, and there was a frivolous, shimmering air between her brows and eyes.

At that moment, her sharp gaze studied Mo Hua with a trace of wariness.

"What are you doing here?" Hua Ruyu asked vigilantly.

Mo Hua stammered as he recited the excuse he had just prepared:

"Senior Sister Qianqian said that Senior Sister Jin'er died with no one to remember her and no one to offer her sacrifices. Whenever she thought of it, her heart ached so badly that she could neither sleep nor eat. So she prepared the magnolias Sister Jin'er loved most in life and came to pay her respects..."

Mo Hua's voice was naturally clear and cool. Speaking softly now, it sounded somewhat androgynous, with a touch of magnetism, and did not seem out of place.

Hua Ruyu did not grow suspicious. Instead, she frowned slightly.

"Pay respects?"

Turning her head, she saw that several white magnolias had indeed been placed where Jin'er had immolated herself, leaving nothing but ashes.

Mo Hua had put them there only moments ago.

The guard in Hua Ruyu's heart receded slightly. After looking at Hua Qianqian, she finally asked:

"What happened to Qianqian?"

Mo Hua looked flustered as he said in a small voice:

"I don't know either. Senior Sister Qianqian came in, placed the magnolias, said a few words to Senior Sister Jin'er, and then suddenly went pale and fainted."

"I don't know whether she was overcome with grief, or..."

Mo Hua looked around, fear written across his face and terror in his eyes.