Brother Zhenyu, why aren't you by Qing Qian's side? Do you know she really needs you...
She doesn't know where Brother Zhenyu is. It seems like the kite between her and him has broken its string; the kite is drifting away with the wind, unsure where it will stop. Yet the long string still rests in her hand, but she can no longer make it fly.
Scorching tears welled up once again. Whenever she thought of Brother Zhenyu, her heart felt like a sharp knife had carved out a piece of it, and that piercing pain made her forget to even breathe.
"Young Master, Miss Xia seems emotionally unstable," the Night Wind Housekeeper softly placed a cup of ginseng tea on the table.
Beitang Yao was holding his forehead with his hand, hearing Night Wind's voice, his brow furrowed slightly, eyes lifted a little, his icy eyes still and unmoved, as if inquiring about everything concerning Xia Qingqian from Night Wind.
