The next day, early in the morning, the streets of Shengjing were bustling and lively.
Shen Hua felt a tightness in her chest and short of breath. After hastily consuming some breakfast, she asked Ningzhu to clear it away.
A 'clatter' sounded.
The golden hairpin from her hair fell to the ground. Her dark hair cascaded down. She pursed her lips, bending over to pick it up.
Hearing her own voice saying, "Go to Qingtong Alley."
Yicui was startled.
"Miss is planning to..."
Before she could finish, Shen Hua harshly interrupted her.
"Who said I was going to see her."
"I just want to see with my own eyes, what was it that year worth abandoning everything for."
"Seeing her having a hard time would indeed cheer me up."
Clearly awkward, yet pretending to be malicious. Miss Shen, as always, did not mean what she said.
Yicui knew well, if You Qing was having a miserable life, she would definitely call her foolish, and in secret, think of ways to help her.
