The Empress Dowager Xiao looked out the window, outside, a light rain was falling softly, with hints of snowflakes mixed in.
Once upon a time, she thought everything from the past was like those snowflakes, melting and disappearing without a trace.
Yet at this moment, these matters were being uncovered, mentioned, like wounds, or like a branding iron!
"Madam!" Nanny Xiao brought a cloak to her, "It's cold, why not close the window?"
"You can shut the window, but the heart, you can't shut it as well, can you?"
"Madam! Let the past be past! We've done our best!"
Nanny Xiao stood by the Empress Dowager Xiao's side, knowing the master was not feeling well, she felt for the master, and even more for Princess Lianchun.
"You tell me, why doesn't heaven take pity on this child?"
"Heaven may not pity her, but she has your care!"
Upon hearing this, Empress Dowager Xiao chuckled lightly: "I don't care for her! She's not my biological daughter!"
