Meng Family.
"Send dinner to the young lady."
Lady Meng watched the maid walk in cautiously, and sighed deeply.
Ever since she came back from the hospital, Ah Ci had locked herself in her room all day, drawing the curtains, not seeing anyone, not seeing the sun, as if she were isolated from the world, and she didn't allow anyone to enter her room. Each time, they could only place the meals at her door; she'd come out to get them when she was hungry.
Lady Meng was afraid Ah Ci would make herself sick, worrying to the point her hair turned white. Those friends who usually followed Ah Ci, except for Huo Chanyi, each avoided her more than the other.
Who was genuine and who was insincere—now it was all too clear.
Thinking about Ah Ci's future, Lady Meng couldn't help but burst into tears. Her Ah Ci used to be so kind and lively, but now she became like this. How could she reconcile with it? How could she not feel heartbroken?
