With her eyes half-closed, Yunuo heard the words and quietly glanced in the direction of Old Mrs. Xia. Seeing a few old women chatting with the old lady and no one paying attention to them, she smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "I just knew you would say that. It was always like this before: when inviting you on an outing, eight or nine times out of ten you wouldn't go."
Her tone carried three to four parts of teasing, with a hint of regret, which fell on Du Yunluo's ears, making her press her lips together involuntarily.
In the past, she didn't like going out, not because she didn't love the scenery outside, but because she was picky.
If it was a garden tour or a flower viewing banquet, there were many noblewomen from various mansions. Since Du Yunluo herself wasn't exactly amiable, she was even less patient with those girls who were either sarcastic or insincerely cordial. Mutual annoyance was better avoided by keeping out of sight and mind;
