For the past few days, it seemed Widow Xie and her cousins from the eldest branch had reached an unspoken agreement. They never brought up Song Jing or anything related to him.
Ji Huan, for her part, did her best to act as if nothing was wrong.
She was an adult and had all the sense that came with it. She wasn't about to weep and wail over a failed romance as if her life were over.
It wouldn't come to that.
But that didn't mean she was happy to have her past dredged up just to be ridiculed.
It felt like someone had just stomped on a well-hidden wound. Ji Huan turned, wanting nothing more than to walk away.
But if she left, what would she do then?
She took a deep breath, turned back around, and bit out each word. "He got married. The bride wasn't me. Is that answer satisfactory?"
Her words might as well have been: 'So what if the purse was for Song Jing? It's none of your damn business!'
