"This time, it's all thanks to Sister Fulan; otherwise, even if I were to die to apologize, it would..."
Xiao Ying stopped halfway, some words, she feared, could never be uttered even in death.
The Third Miss was standing on her toes to collect morning dew when she heard the maid's words. Her expression remained calm, having already weathered the storm in her heart when she awoke last night.
She had woken up from a nightmare, where what she experienced was too cruel and terrifying. In her half-awake state, she thought it was real and almost collapsed upon waking.
It was her mother and Xiao Ying's repeated explanations and comfort that made her understand it was just a dream, a horrible dream.
And in reality, she was fine.
Relieved at that moment, the Third Miss also secretly blamed herself for her carelessness, almost causing a big mistake. If things had been as in the dream, how could she have faced living in the world?
