Yun Jinnian laughed, yet felt an overwhelming sense of desolation.
Despite her dream making her proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry, she dared not show it; now she wanted to play the zither, but did not even have one.
During those days in the valley, Chu Yu had people prepare everything for her.
Yun Jinnian closed her eyes and raised her hand to cover them.
She told herself she must not blame, must not hate; life was already much better now, far better than in the dream.
Her mother had returned, and she also had the chance to study at the Songshan Academy.
She even had the opportunity to become a renowned talented woman, and regarding marriage...
Momo!
"Miss..." Mrs. Yuan squatted in front of Yun Jinnian, grasping her hand.
Yun Jinnian looked up at Mrs. Yuan, "Nanny!"
"Yes!"
"I want to eat sweet dumplings, the ones you make with your own hands!"
