Mei Qiong, when meeting Du Shirun, no longer had her usual forbearance and pain.
On the contrary, on this day, her emotions were quite calm. The moment she saw Du Shirun,
it was not love unfulfilled,
but rather a sudden feeling of lucidity and enlightenment.
It seemed that, having reached this point in life, she understood.
Mei Qiong stood at the doorway, looking at Du Shirun.
When the slight hint of a smile spread across her lips,
it emanated from deep within her heart.
Unlike before.
On this day,
Du Shirun saw brilliance in Mei Qiong's eyes.
He saw the shimmering light dancing around.
The eyes cannot deceive.
And Du Shirun?
He was the same.
The hurried meeting in the morning.
When distancing himself from Mei Qiong in front of a group of aristocratic families, he seemed to have ——— also understood.
He used to think that everything he did was for Mei Qiong's good, but until today he finally realized.
Those kindnesses were not what Mei Qiong wanted.
