Chunliu had already opened the door and gone out.
When she entered, Xiqiu was leaning on the couch dozing off. Chunyan, who was keeping watch by her side, put a finger to her lips upon hearing the disturbance and whispered, "Madam has just fallen asleep, what do you need?"
Chunliu, full of words, swallowed them abruptly the moment she saw Xiqiu's sleeping face.
She was slim and slightly underweight, wearing a water-clear patterned, half-old overcoat. Her hair was in a loose bun on the side, with one hand supporting her cheek, her willow eyebrows slightly knitted, and a thick fatigue between her brows.
For the first time, Chunliu felt aggrieved and her eyes reddened. She turned around, wiped her tears, bit her lip, and shook her head towards Chunyan.
Chunyan, pulling her aside, whispered, "Why are you crying for no reason? It won't look good if Madam sees you." Chunyan was still unaware of the rumors outside.
