The sun was setting, blanketing the world in a blood-red afterglow.
Jiang Qingli turned around and saw Yi Nuo standing calmly behind her, his gaze as obedient and loyal as ever.
Their eyes met, and she couldn't help but recall many scenes from the past.
Yi Nuo was only fifteen back then, standing stiff as a wooden doll in his servant's uniform.
When Jiang Qingli passed by, the other servants had already greeted her, but he would call out "Miss" a beat too late.
He was dazed, and hopeless at everything.
The other servants gave him all the dirty, tiring chores. He would do them sluggishly, without a word of complaint, but because he was slow to react, he always made mistakes. When those servants were reprimanded by Housekeeper Qin, they took their frustrations out on him.
One time, Jiang Qingli even saw someone splash Yi Nuo all over with dirty mop water.
It was the dead of winter, and a cold wind howled through the corridor.
