Outside Mingquan Garden, where the bluestone path was free of snow, Wang Gui pressed his forehead against the stones, feeling their icy touch as sharp as Daozi, nearly splitting his head open.
Wang Gui knelt there, waiting for Chen Ji to appear.
But Chen Ji did not show up for a long time.
Not far from Mingquan Garden was Qunfang Garden, where the maids lived. Hearing Wang Gui's cries, several maids, dressed in their clothes, came out to see what was happening, crowding around the dormitory entrance.
In the deep, freezing night, the young maids' hands turned purple from the cold and their noses bright red, yet they wouldn't miss this drama for the world.
A slender maid squinted in the direction of the commotion, recognizing Wang Gui's figure: "Isn't that the Housekeeper?"
An older maid scoffed, "He's no Housekeeper anymore, just call him Wang Gui."
