If Yier goes a day without seeing Mo Huasong, she feels as if she's lost something and is uncomfortable all over.
"Why would you say that? Isn't it good to stay with my mother?" Mo Huasong asked.
Yier blushed sharply at his question, her small face turned red as she lowered her head and forcefully fiddled with the corners of her clothes, too shy to talk.
"What's wrong, Yier? You're with us now; isn't there anything you cannot tell us?" Mo Huasong's face hardened, betraying his annoyance.
"No, sir, it's not that, I don't understand why myself, but I just enjoy being around you, serving you, it makes me happy, regardless how much I need to strive or toil." Seeing that Mo Huasong was upset, Yier hurriedly tried to explain, her voice shaky like a scared fawn.
"If the young master insists on me staying with the lady, I will comply." At this point, Yier's tears rolled down her cheeks even more profusely. "But sir, would I still be able to come and see you every day?"
