Xie Limo caressed Yun Bixue's head and said, "Don't worry. Wait for me, okay?"
"Remember to call me."
"I will."
Even after Xie Limo left, Yun Bixue stood rooted to the spot. As the car drove further away, her heart seemed to feel smaller and smaller. The two of them were always together, and she was already used to seeing him every single day.
The thought of not being able to see him for the next two to three days depressed her.
Ever since she met her husband, she was becoming more unlike her usual self.
"Young Madam, it's cold outside, please go in!" A servant called out to her, worried that Young Madam would catch a cold. It was the start of autumn, so mornings were colder than usual.
Yun Bixue turned around and thought that it was Xie Shiyi, but it was not.
