The big square clear object in front of Luna mirrored her sad eyes of recalling her missing brooch; despite trying to forget it, that object which symbolized the only romantic night she had ever shared with her husband so far still lingered in her mind.
Luna pressed her eyes close and exhaled to remove her disappointment of her carelessness for losing her brooch; once the relief washed over her, she disclosed her eyes and stood up to her feet. With a bag in her hand, she was stepping out of the room, ready for her campus activities.
None of the people except the maids were around during her breakfast; Danish, after she recovered from her sickness, took care of his business as he used to do, and for grandma Li, no one in the house knew her whereabouts as she exited out of the house early in the morning. Even though it was not a part of her habit, Luna was not too curious about it; she might have something urgent to handle.
