Cloud Mei’s delicate hand trembled, the sachet and needle fell to the ground, his body subtly shaken. She was back? So soon? His heart was in turmoil, unable to discern whether he felt joy or sorrow.
“When she returns, I will write a divorce letter for you…”
Divorce letter? So soon? Cloud Mei picked up the fallen sachet, tears rolling from his eyes, wetting the sachet in his hand. He hadn’t even finished making the mandarin duck sachet for his master.
Dao’er thought Cloud Mei was crying out of excitement about the Second Young Miss’s return and moved to comfort him. But Cloud Mei wiped away his tears, picked up the sachet and needle, and said, “Dao’er, close the door. I won’t see her. Besides my master, I won’t see anyone else.”
Dao’er thought Yun Mei was crying out of excitement over the Second Young Lady’s return and was about to offer comfort. Yun Mei wiped his tears, picked up the sachet and sewing materials, and said, “Dao’er, close the door. I won’t see her. From now on, I will see no one except my master.”
Why should he see her? Was it ridiculous to hold onto any hope? No, he would extinguish that hope and never look back.
In the past, ‘Jin Yu’ loved him, but over the last two years, neither Jin Mo nor Jin Yu had considered him. He had become an outsider.
Xu Yi was confused, and Jin Mo felt bitter. Did he really not remember her at all? Jin Mo looked at Xu Yi’s unfocused eyes, “It’s me, Jin Mo, the second young lady of the Jin family.” If he had known back then that Xu Yi was pregnant and had gone blind, perhaps he would have stayed to care for her.
Xu Yi was startled by the voice and lowered his eyes, “Why are you here?” Suddenly, remembering something, his body trembled, “You, how did you get in? Where is Hua Yan? This is my boudoir; you can’t come in.” His voice was anxious, fearing Young Miss Jin might get angry if she knew another woman had entered his room and could potentially call off the engagement.
He couldn’t let that happen; he had waited so long for Young Miss Jin’s favor.
