Jin Lan announced before allowing Jiuxi to enter.
Du Yunluo came out of the east room with a smile, asking, "Has he returned? Is the Princely Heir well? Did he say when he would come over?"
Jiuxi's body stiffened, and with a strained neck, he barely managed to lift his head.
Du Yunluo's smile froze on her face.
Jiuxi looked dejected, the corners of his eyes red, seemingly about to burst into tears at any moment.
Du Yunluo staggered, took a step back, and steadied herself by holding onto the table.
From the depths of her memory, a scene suddenly flashed, from vague to clear, piercing her body with pain.
In the autumn of the 25th year of Yong'an in her previous life, she sat idly on the couch, gazing through the window at a few pots of chrysanthemums under the veranda.
An old maid rushed into Shaohui Garden in a flurry, and Du Yunluo frowned with dissatisfaction.
Such lack of decorum!
The old maid didn't even wait for an announcement before bursting into the west side room.
