Su Yu recalled how a few days ago, she had been in a state of beauty without self-awareness, a kind of innate loveliness and purity that must have been irresistibly enchanting.
At the mere thought of Jiang Ziling, ripples spread across the lake of her heart; now, alone, she felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if there was a missing warmth in her life.
Waiting for her hair to slowly dry in the night breeze, Su Yu sighed slightly and took a gentle step towards her bed.
She had thought that after a day's toil, she would quickly fall into slumber; however...
As the night deepened and moonlight filtered through the window bars onto the head of the bed, Su Yu tossed and turned, her thoughts surging like tides, and she struggled to fall asleep for a long time.
She was preoccupied with her master, who had been like a mountain of kindness to her and imagined his reaction to learning about her sudden departure—the kind yet strict old man would surely be heartbroken.
