"Miss Meifeng… Have you ever felt desperation?" Yuan suddenly asked her after getting off the bed.
"Desperation?" Meifeng raised her eyebrows, wondering to herself why he would ask such a question.
"The feeling of being helpless— a sense of weakness and hopelessness." Yuan stood there with a profound aura around him that felt a little different than usual.
"I can't really say that I have…" Meifeng shook her head.
"However, the closest I have felt to desperation was when my husband died, I guess."
"Your husband?"
Now that he thought about it, Yuan has never seen Meixiu's father before.
"He died in an accident before I could even give birth to Meixiu," she said with a bittersweet smile on her face.
"I'm sorry for asking…"
"There's no need for you to be sorry. It happened really long ago." Meifeng said with a smile.
"Anyways, why the sudden question, Young Master? Does it have something to do with your nightmare?"
