The two maids gave her a sympathetic look and replied, “Aye.”
Before long, a heap of bamboo strips and candles was placed in front of Chen Rong.
Not caring about image, she squatted down and began to focus on making the lanterns.
The night drew on.
Stars filled the sky along the gleaming Milky Way. As time went by, lanterns were floated away again and again.
Chen Rong released her hand and watched the lantern rising from her palm. In the red candlelight, the man’s face on the paper faintly smiled with a cold, distant expression she was afraid to look at.
On the fortress wall.