In the lounge, Ziyi sat quietly in her seat, motionless, allowing the stylist to fuss over her.
After a while, the stylist finally sighed with relief, "Alright, miss, how do you find this?"
Ziyi's eyelashes fluttered gently as she raised her head to look at herself in the mirror.
It's perfect, with no traces of having cried at all.
As if the scene she just encountered with Pei Yuanchen never existed.
"It's good." She forced a smile, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, miss." The stylist said, examining her with satisfaction.
"Please leave now, I want to be alone for a while." Ziyi said softly.
The stylist cautiously replied, "But the madam instructed me to stay with you."
"No need." Ziyi smiled, carefully placing her hands over her lower abdomen, her voice falling, "You may leave."
The stylist had no choice but to turn and leave the lounge.
The room was left with only Ziyi.
She was in a daze, seemingly devoid of joy or sorrow.
