When Cheng Yuqing received a bequest from an aunt she had never met, she thought it was pie in the sky.
Until she pushed open the door of Jingyuan's study room and saw the antique mirror covered with black cloth - the dark red lines on the frame looked like dried blood, and the black cloth automatically moved without wind, revealing a corner of the mirror surface.
In the mirror, a woman in a red cheongsam is scratching the mirror surface with her nails.
"Finally... I've waited for you..."
Intention: to break the situation
