When Mrs.Cui was about to fall asleep in a daze, Qin Jijiu said softly, "In life, eight or nine out of ten things don't go as one wishes."
Mrs.Cui understood in her heart that Qin Jijiu couldn't bear to part with his elder daughter, nor his elder son-in-law.
This meant she had to act according to the situation.
...
By evening, Qin Yuan still hadn't seen Marquis Gu return, so she went to bed feeling downhearted.
When she woke up in the morning and saw the tidy bedding beside her, she knew that Marquis Gu hadn't returned the entire night, which made her somewhat worried.
When Hong Ye came in to serve her, she saw Qin Yuan sitting on the bed wrapped in a bright red gauze quilt, lost in thought. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, revealing only half of her delicate porcelain face.
Like a just-awakened crabapple flower, the morning dew was on the half-open petals, about to drip but not quite.
Who wouldn't be moved at such a sight?
