The sounds grew fainter and fainter, and slowly, there was silence.
Peace had returned to the butler's side, with only the whooshing of the wind by her ear.
She stood in the garden for a long time, unable to regain her composure.
It was now nearly three in the morning, the sky pitch-black, as if dyed with ink; there were no stars or moon, and everything was engulfed in unbounded darkness and cold.
The butler had been considering, once dawn broke, how she should explain the matter to the fourth young master.
The outside was very cold, but the butler felt no chill as she wandered outside.
It was nearly four o'clock by the time she entered her own room.
Now, she didn't even have a single person to discuss things with.
She lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It was almost five o'clock when she finally dozed off slightly and closed her eyes.
No sooner had she closed her eyes than her cellphone rang. She hurriedly answered it—it was Xiao Mo.