Mrs. Gui looked at her sincerely, "Young Madam, please help the Young Master. He has had a difficult time all these years. We, as servants, see his struggles and worry for him, but there's nothing we can do. Now that you've married into the family, please don't be as cruel to him as the Master and Madam were. He counts on you... the Young Master only counts on you, Young Madam!"
On a summer night, the old maid's voice was full of sorrow, every word striking her heart.
She felt a sense of bewilderment, but even more, a tightening in her chest.
Unexpectedly, she recalled the deep despair in the storm when Qin Mu publicly betrayed her. At her loneliest and most helpless moment, it was him who reached out to her. But what about when he was lonely and helpless? When he was young, enduring a high fever in the ice and snow, who was there to reach out a helping hand?
She turned and walked upstairs.
