"Miss, Miss! Something's happened, something's happened!"
Accompanied by the clatter of someone running up the stairs, Du Ruo's shrill voice pierced into Lin Shuang's ears.
In the elegant parlour, Lin Shuang lazily stretched herself, grabbed a sweet fruit from the plate in front of her and stuffed it into her mouth, watching the panting woman who had rushed in with a languid gaze.
"Sister Du Ruo, you've married and even have a child, how come you're still so frantic? Even if something happened, you should always maintain the image of a lady. Big sister said, women should always be graceful, so men won't find you boring."
As she spoke, Lin Shuang pretended to tidy her sleeves.
But with her messy hair and the dried eye-crust at the corners of her eyes, she didn't look graceful at all.
Though Du Ruo had been married for years, and even her child was old enough to do errands, she still couldn't remain calm when things happened.
