Ye Jiaxing did not know that today's gathering would involve the old housekeeper and some guards traveling, including that little girl from the countryside.
While dining, he glanced at the inner living room, unable to see Ye Luoqi, only knowing that she was inside.
He had once thought that after arriving in the Capital City, working in the same city, and working at their house, it would be easy to meet.
But in the Capital City, the rules were too many, men and women could not dine at the same table.
Lady was in her boudoir, in her courtyard, and they, the external men, could not meet her.
In the Ye Residence, it was no longer the countryside home with just a few rooms where one could easily see each other.
In the same village, faces could be seen during the New Year and festivals.
Lost in his melancholy, Ye Jiaxing had gradually accustomed himself, realizing his childhood dreams were just dreams, and the one he liked belonged to someone else.
