At home, old Meng Mu had already gone to sleep early. If one stayed close to her room door, they could still hear her soft snoring.
Hua Xiaomai and Meng Yuhuai bolted the courtyard gate, hurriedly washed up, returned to their room, and sat down at the table to chat for a while.
"I think Master Wang finally poured out the words he had been hiding in his heart for a long time today," Meng Yuhuai sipped his tea and spoke leisurely with a smile, "Though by the end, I couldn't hear clearly at all, I imagine that just speaking these worrisome things aloud must have relieved some of the pressure in his heart. Don't worry, he's not a fool, he will surely understand."
"I'm not worried," Hua Xiaomai nodded, "Haven't I told you? I understand him very well, I just worry about the opinions of everyone at the shop. How can they know what it feels like if it's not happening to them? Anyway, I won't hold this grudge against him anymore."
