The next morning dawned bright.
Shen Hua's eyes were sore and irritated from spending most of the last night embroidering, and she rubbed them with her hand.
"Miss Shen."
Yingwu approached her.
"Have you read the letter Lord Shen wrote to you a few days ago?"
Shen Hua responded slowly.
"Perhaps you might consider replying to him," Yingwu delicately suggested.
Shen Hua frowned and was unabashed in her reply.
"No."
It was only recently that Cui Yun had sent her a letter, which she had secretly read over and over again in the night, even placing it under her pillow before sleeping.
As they say in plays, a girl must be reserved, especially when apart from each other—more so. In plays, a character would typically receive three letters before replying to one.
As for me, Yangyang, I shall wait for four!
Yingwu's expressionless face seemed filled with difficulty.
