Zhao came in and saw Ming Mei awake with what appeared to be a poor mood. She quickly said, "Young Madam, the young master only left a few minutes ago. He received a call and seemed to be in quite a hurry. He might be dealing with something urgent but he did mention that he would be back to join you for dinner."
Ming Mei felt a bit better after hearing this but said, "Tsk, who needs him to eat dinner with me? I've been eating alone this entire week."
Zhao secretly giggled, "Young Madam, your facial injury has gotten much better overnight. The young master even applied some medicine for you before he left."
Ming Mei reached up and indeed felt the sticky ointment smeared on her face. She shivered in disgust, but a warm, sweet bubble of joy arose in her heart.
Well then, in consideration of his concern for her, she decided to forgive him this time.
"Get me a mirror."
