October 22, 20XX (Tuesday)
Zhao Manor
The realization of her deeds dawned to Mei Lin like a tsunami. Her hands shook with regret. She had once again acted impulsively. Mei Lin stood up and hurried to the door. Yang grabbed her waist with his arms in a firm and tight grip, "Where are you going?"
"I will go and say sorry," Mei Lin said.
"You can tell him that tomorrow. Let your father stew in worry for a while. He did decide to put you in an orphanage impulsively."
Mei Ling sighed, "I guess that's where I get my impulsivity from."
Yang chuckled loudly causing Mei Lin's eyes to twitch in her annoyance but refrained because she knew that the truth always hurts. She settled down in his lap with another loud sigh. Even on her wedding day, she could not rest from these problems. Realizing that she was still on her red wedding down, Mei Lin wondered how she could have looked while huffing in anger. Her face reddened as she imagined herself looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
