Qin Wanyue had a dream.
She dreamed that her father had not died.
He had merely gone somewhere far, far away.
He said he would return someday.
But when she woke, she found that her pillow was already soaked through.
The sky was dim and dark.
Endless loss and grief blossomed within her heart.
She jolted upright from the bed.
Her lips pressed tightly together.
Her helpless almond-shaped eyes turned toward the door.
"Lü Liu'er."
Qin Wanyue's hoarse voice rang through the dark, silent room.
There was a hollow emptiness in her voice.
"Miss, you're awake?"
The maid had been keeping watch outside. Hearing that nearly imperceptible sound, she immediately entered through the door.
She lifted the curtain beside the bed and looked anxiously at Qin Wanyue.
Qin Wanyue raised her eyes and asked Lü Liu'er,
"Quanfu, has he left?"
At the final moment before she fainted, she remembered seeming to collapse into Quanfu's arms...
"Not yet. County Duke Zeng is in Master's study."
"Help me up."
"Yes."
Zeng Anmin gazed deeply at the calligraphy before him.
"Using oneself as bait."
He, too, was someone who had entered the Dao through books.
Naturally, he could sense the intense emotion between the strokes.
"Dean Qin, what exactly were you seeking?"
He stared at the calligraphy without moving.
The battlefield surfaced in his mind.
Qin Shouchang had faced Bi Xuan's self-destruction with calm on his face, marching generously toward death...
"Quanfu."
Qin Wanyue's voice sounded softly.
Hearing her voice, Zeng Anmin came back to himself and turned to look at her.
"Sister Qin, you woke so quickly?"
"How long was I unconscious?" Qin Wanyue walked gracefully, stopping behind Zeng Anmin.
"More than half an hour." Zeng Anmin looked gently at Qin Wanyue.
"The physician said you were overcome with grief and