The antique chestnut-red clock hanging on the wall, was acquired by Lian Fengnan from an antique auction for a high price, because Qiao Xiaowan liked it, Lian Fengnan gifted it to her.
Qiao Xiaowan liked this wall clock, not because it was expensive and elegantly designed, but because she loved the magnificent music played by the swinging pendulum, which felt like thick velvet. However, now, for the first time, she found the sound utterly annoying, as if it were a death knell.
She abruptly stood up, took a stool to stand on, and moved the wall clock to the guest room, then tightly closed the door of the guest room...
Lian Qinghua mechanically watched her fussing over it, without saying a word.
