Mrs. Yuan originally intended to stay, but Yun Jinnian insisted.
"If you need anything, just call the nanny," she said.
Yun Jinnian nodded.
Mrs. Yuan carefully exited the room, closed the door,
and Yun Jinnian slowly sat up, kneading the quilt.
Everything about today's strategic suffering was calculated; after today, she thought, there should be no one daring to trample upon her at will.
After all, making a spectacle would do no one any good.
This much was evident from today's events.
Alone, Yun Jinnian quietly contemplated, and without reason, her thoughts wandered to Momo from her dreams.
That child who couldn't speak, who had no thoughts of his own.
But in the beginning, the child wasn't like that.
He was lively and cheerful, intelligent and sensible; it was only after too many things had happened that Momo changed.
Was he frightened into silence?
Yun Jinnian massaged her temples.
