The night was still warm, and Xu Chaomu, wearing a short-sleeved nightgown, felt no chill as she walked down the street.
Leaves fell beneath her feet, and she trod upon them with every step.
After a while, she saw the home of Li Beiting—a place beaming with joy, as they were preparing for a celebratory occasion.
Xu Chaomu regretted acting so hastily when she left the house—she had forgotten to take little Wealth with her, and it was too late to turn back now.
Without her around, would they mistreat it?
She remembered the words of those two servants at the Waterside Pavilion.
"The Fourth Young Master really does spoil the Fourth Young Madam. But in my opinion, it's better to throw away a dog that's born without care. No matter how nice it looks now, one will get tired of it eventually."
Indeed, the shelf life of love is very short.
She drifted in a daze, passing by Li Beiting's house and stopping in her tracks.