What am I to do!
Lady Dong felt as if her head were as big as a bucket, still pondering over the matter even after she had left the Jin Mansion and was seated in her carriage.
The maid by her side noticed her mistress's poor mood and sat quietly, as silent as a cicada in winter. Lady Dong felt as though there was a huge stone blocking her chest, becoming increasingly irritable. She simply pulled back a corner of the carriage curtain to let in some fresh air.
The carriage rolled through the streets, leaving tracks in the thin layer of snow. Lady Dong looked up into the distance.
The morning after the snow was cold, and there were fewer people about than usual. In front of an oil cake shop by the street stood a young man in a wisteria-colored brocade, chatting and laughing with the vendor.
Lady Dong's gaze paused.
Wasn't that the youth who followed Pei Yunmeng?