"Alright, I'll tell you when I have time this weekend, it's too late today, and you have work tomorrow," Qing Yi said.
"Will you also talk about the young master's mother? I'm curious about the kind of girl who could make Third Young Master like her so much. What does she look like? The young master told me he has seen his mother's photograph and that she's beautiful, with blue eyes."
Qing Yi nodded: "I will tell you everything; whatever you want to know as long as I know it, I'll tell you."
Looking at Mu Han's eager expression, Qing Yi wanted to say: You've seen her before. You even treated Miss Wen's cat. You've always been at Jingyuan, just like us. Everything that happens in Jingyuan, you already know.
In the room
Jun Moyan looked at the sleeping little one, his broad palm gently stroking his tender little face, his expression gloomy.
"...I'm sorry."
In the quiet room, his soft apology echoed, carrying helplessness and guilt in his strained words.
"I'm sorry, An'an..."
