She and Lu Xiu were well aware of this.
Liang Wan said nothing.
Taking the opportunity to sip her tea, she discreetly studied Cao Danqing. In the past, Cao Danqing's every move had been flamboyant and vivacious. Now that she was a married woman, her girlish radiance was gone, replaced by a subtle sorrow that belied her years.
Marrying Zhou Yun had been the fulfillment of a young girl's romantic dream, so she had been happy, of course. But her husband's heart belonged to another. As time went on, how could she not be filled with sorrow?
Liang Wan lowered her eyes. 'The things that make you grow are never related to happiness.'
Cao Danqing swallowed her tea and looked at her. "You know his... feelings, don't you?"
Liang Wan froze, her heart pounding. 'It's better to feign ignorance about something like this,' she thought. 'How can she just ask it out loud?'
