In the end, they still parted on bad terms.
Since leaving the great hall, Shui Rao'er had shown nothing on her face, but her heart had remained unsettled.
When she emerged from meditation once again, she did not resume it.
Instead, she slowly walked to the window, pushed it open, and quietly watched the fine rain pattering outside.
Shui Rao'er always liked to wear sky-blue dresses, and every gesture revealed her gentle grace. Yet the words she spoke now had nothing whatsoever to do with that gentleness.
"Heh, gone again at the crucial moment." Her expression did not change in the slightest, but her tone was exceptionally cold. Who she was addressing was anyone's guess.
Still, a woman without a little cunning probably could not have secured a foothold in the vast Misty Immortal Traces.
The sky grew darker, partly veiling her face and making the emotions in her eyes impossible to discern.
The lone Vermilion Beauty on the windowsill was in full bloom, yet Shui Rao'er found its red unbearably glaring.
The sight of the potted flower brought that man to mind again-the man she had once truly loved.
Vermilion Beauty had been Qiu Yinong's favorite flower while he was alive, but it was actually the flower she hated most. Its flamboyance was almost identical to that woman on Spirit Moon Peak. She, too, loved wearing red dresses and lived with such brazen abandon that it made Shui Rao'er want to snap those ostentatious wings of hers.
And so, that woman's grandfather, the Grand Elder, had died.
She had thought such a blow would leave the woman unable to recover. Instead, the woman seemed to have become an entirely different person, shedding her former stupidity and growing even harder to deal with.
Shui Rao'er appeared magnanimous, seemingly unconcerned with