What she really needed was out of the wedding dress. Out of the reminder that she'd died or been dying. Needed away from the reminder of how she'd held him close to her. Though, the moment she mentions that her master was coming, she can't help but laugh. It's pained and confused.

"Is that what he is again?"

That wasn't what Wen Kexing had told her when she was dying in his arms. Though, she doesn't care. Master. Elder brother. He would, at the very least, be a familiar presence to her. Much like Beauty Ghost was. A presence, at least, that she didn't want dead.