Wuhen's ointment was indeed effective. When Liu Limin got up the next day, she found the redness and swelling on her face had subsided significantly, leaving only faint pink marks as if she had applied rouge.
As she was looking in the mirror, Lady Fan rushed in, flustered, "Girl, girl! Wuhen, how did Wuhen leave?"
Liu Limin was taken aback, took the note from Lady Fan's hands, and read the short eight words over and over, at least ten times.
"Enjoyed the wine, very pleased. Have departed, do not pine."
Clutching the note in her hand, Liu Limin muttered to herself, lost in thought. Lady Fan's questioning and nagging seemed like clouds on the horizon, failing to draw any of her attention.
