"Ming, I have lived in this country, always enjoying the protection my ancestors provided, living among the nobles, seldom stepping outside this city.
"Perhaps saying this makes me seem somewhat naive, but I have always been a part of this country.
"I used to think that this country was terrible, that most people lacked adequate material security; but I had also thought that everything was as it should be, that the class structure was long solidified, and I was merely lucky to enjoy the benefits of the upper class.
"Yet, Ming, she just died in front of me like that..."
Windsor covered her eyes, sobbing.
Yang Ming held her, gently patting her back, but didn't say much.
He had no right to speak on this matter.
Yang Ming noticed two pairs of leather shoes appearing on the stairway ahead, as the Minister of Finance stood at the top, hesitating whether to come down.
A few minutes later, Windsor sighed softly, "Sorry, for letting you see me in such a messy state, I'm fine now."
