Early the next morning.
Gentle breeze brushed through the curtains, and the morning light slowly penetrated through the window panes.
Shen Hua wrapped herself like a cocoon, half-seated, reflecting silently against the wall.
"Miss Shen." Ji Xin approached to greet her.
Shen Hua, troubled, ignored her.
Seeing this, Ji Xin, deftly smiling, handed over a slip of paper, saying, "This is the Marquis's measurements; he instructed me to deliver it."
After waiting for a moment without any response from Shen Hua, she had no choice but to hand the note to Yicui, then bowed and retreated.
The girl felt somewhat ill; this statement stirred up too many memories, scenes from yesterday vividly flashing before her eyes.
She was kissed disoriented, tears in her eyes, every pore on her body trembling slightly, and at the same time, that familiar warmth followed suit.
Shen Hua still managed to think.
—Had she forgotten to change her sanitary pad?
