Chapter 125: Lady Of The Mansion’s Death
Curious sights scanned the area of the chamber for any miniscule changes that could be detected right away.
The area of the whole room has changed, furniture inside the chamber is the same as before. But the sensing of the atmosphere is largely different from the solemn gloominess a few seconds prior.
If the room before the change was like the sinking of a rock into a lake, heavy and tense with a dullness that choke at each breath. The chamber now felt like the shine of summer sun, bright and gentle with a touch of warmth.
It could also be seen that the condition of each furniture in the chamber is in top shape without dust nor scratches.
Almond eyes lowered to stare at the cabinet beside her where a clean spotless handkerchief sewn with a stalk of lavender is. Lying quietly without stains of rusty coloring in clear deduction of its cherishment from the owner.