Morning would be usually dyed in yellow but hers was dyed in blue. Slowly, the rays of sunlight peeked through the misty pane. She tamped her drenched eyes then opened her eyes. It was not as exciting as yesterday. There were no fluttering feeling inside her, only uneasiness on how she could spend the day without having a misunderstanding with her husband. Yifei extended her arms to the sleeping Anhao, and pressed her forehead lightly using the tip of her finger.
"Sleep more sweetie."
Yifei did not want to disturb her sleeping daughter. She got out of the bed quietly. Yifei took a deep breath before meeting her husband again. Descending downstairs, she was utterly surprised when all of her belongings were stashed on the ground. Her beautiful clothes were tossed like rags. The jewellries that she handled in extra care were mindlessly laid on the floor. On the top of that, Zhou Luo was eagerly waiting for his wife to descend. He spared one kind glance before the end of lips extended. "Good for you that you're awake. Now help yourself find another home."
The manner of his speaking was far colder than a stranger. With no slightest hint of concern, or even a second thought if he could be hurting her if he said that. The Zhou Luo she know was simply faded away in dust. He can't even remember her name, or the slightest idea of who she is in his life. Yifei couldn't argue anymore, so she heeded his words. It was like a scene where the master is casting out his servant. She picked the jewellries along with her beautiful clothes. The maids could not meddle between the couple's affair, but they do worry about their mistress Yifei. She was kind yet she was simply tossed by her husband. Nobody dared to step a foot into their matters. All of their mouth were tightly sealed. They could only carry a pity on their eyes.
Yifei, who had been completely denied by Zhou Luo and now was casted out. She held no strength of facing tomorrow. The tears she had been holding back was easily flowed when she reached her bedroom. A silent wail of despair, a ceaseless thought of the essence of her existence. She cannot be the wife of Zhou Luo, but she can still be the mother of Anhao. That thought was keeping her sanity on the verge of breaking down.
The luggage she had prepared for their vacation was used earlier than expected. All of her clothes, even her daughter's were piled deranged. She was thinking of taking off her wedding ring, but Yifei had treasured it for a very long time. She couldn't possibly remove it by now, but some time later, she will try to do so.