Out of Contact

Looking at Yu Xuekun's solemn expression, Xu Ruyi felt shaken as well. Yu Xuekun looked just as haggard as Hesta. Her face, once graced by a tranquil smile, was now grave and sorrowful, and there were traces of tears in her eyes.

"Please, come in." Xu Ruyi stepped aside.

"Thank you."

Yu Xuekun still remembered that the last time she had come to this home was before Hesta moved in. At the time, she had come as part of her routine duties to inspect the actual conditions here and speak with the household members. Only after confirming that everything was in order had she left.

Now that she had returned, the layout of the home was largely unchanged, yet it gave Yu Xuekun the feeling that everything had been completely renewed. This conflict between old and new caught her attention. After observing carefully, she found that most of the changes lay in particular objects. None of the furnishings she had seen during her previous visit—such as the exquisitely shaped vases and ornaments—remained. They had all been replaced with new items, yet they were equally beautiful, equally relaxed and fitting.

Before long, Hesta came into the living room with a mess of hair. She looked as though she had not woken up, or as though she had slept too much. Her complexion was dull, and there was no life in her eyes.

"Let's talk in your room." Yu Xuekun stood.

Hesta swayed as she led the way ahead. Once the two entered the room, the door quietly closed behind them.

Hearing the door shut, Xu Ruyi felt a little worried and could only pray silently for Hesta.

Inside the room, Yu Xuekun and Hesta faced each other. Looking at Hesta's wasted face, Yu Xuekun was not surprised. She asked nothing and