In the neighboring courtyard.
Idle handmaids in Chinese jackets and long dresses played hide-and-seek amidst the courtyard's flowers and trees. With trembling hairpins, each charming and graceful, they would occasionally exchange a laugh or two, chasing and frolicking in a scene of tranquil peace.
Which young nobleman, possessing such beauties, wouldn't consider it a blessing? I fear he might spend his days lost in a floral labyrinth...
Yet it was their master who had sent them out.
Chunyu Yan sat quietly in the inner room, his eyes barely closed, eyelashes quivering, struggling to suppress his disordered breathing. In the midst of overwhelmingly bewitching noise, he could not repress the numbness creeping over his scalp, and gradually, he got lost in it.
He thought he must be going mad.
Mad with despair.
An extinguished, dark life without a sliver of hope, nothing was more terrifying than this...
