Jin Rui returned to Anhua Courtyard.
Du Yunluo was taking an afternoon nap in the East Wing, and Jin Ling didn't dare disturb her, so she sat in the central room embroidering a handkerchief.
Jin Rui moved a stool to sit beside Jin Ling and quietly said, "You have dark circles under your eyes, didn't you sleep well last night?"
Jin Ling continued her needlework without pause, answering softly.
"If it were me, I also couldn't sleep over a lifetime decision," Jin Rui smiled, "Perhaps you should return home tomorrow to visit your mother. Otherwise, there's the Mid-Year Festival coming up, followed by the third girl's marriage departure, and the mansion won't be free until the end of the month."
Jin Ling pressed her lips together and after a while replied, "Alright."
Seeing this, Jin Rui didn't say anything further.
She had already said everything she needed to say, each word sincere without any falsehood.
