Yunhui wiped away her tears, looking at Yunxi Lane where she had lived for nearly half her life. The trees were lush and green, their branches bent in soft, graceful arcs, emitting the ancient charm and character left by the years. She loved Yunxi Lane. Even though the memories here were unpleasant and the events that transpired were not good, she still loved Yunxi Lane because of her passion for embroidery. But now, she didn't want to love it anymore. She loved embroidery, but embroidery had never loved her back. She was nearly fifty and had been learning embroidery since her earliest memories. Yet, to this day, she had accomplished nothing. She was tired.
Yunhui withdrew her gaze and turned to Fu Chan, who had been watching her.
"Let's move out."
Fu Chan was startled. "What did you say?"
