Mrs. Lu sat on the Arhat bed, staring blankly at a cup of tea beside her.
"Madam, the young lady is here." Aunt Zhou reported softly.
Mrs. Lu pursed her lips; what was meant to come would eventually come, what needed to be faced still had to be faced.
"Let her in."
Song Zi entered with her trusted maid Cui Wei, cheerfully greeting Mrs. Lu: "Sister-in-law, it's been a few years."
Mrs. Lu stood up, returned the greeting with a faint smile, her eyes sweeping over her face, a pang of bitterness rising in her heart.
You could tell just by looking at someone's face whether they're living well or not.
Song Zi's features were relaxed, her complexion rosy, clearly indicating she was living a very comfortable life.
"Three years, I suppose." Mrs. Lu said, pointing to a seat, "Are you staying this time?"
