C318 Chapter 318

The next day.

A light morning breeze drifted over the bright green lawn. The flowers and shrubs were still beaded with dew, and the ground was damp—looked like it had poured last night.

Moh Yao came down the steps, rubbing her aching head. Her vision swam, like the whole world was spinning. She must’ve stayed in the bath too long yesterday and caught a cold.

“Mrs. Huang? Mrs