Liang Zhou did not sleep the whole night, and Mu Qing did not return either. She curled up on the couch, replaying each word Mu Chen had said. That night, it felt as though her heart had been diced into bloody pieces. As the night passed, the excruciating pain she felt slowly numbed her.
It was early in the morning when streams of sunlight shone into the living room and the couch. Despite the sunlight, Liang Zhou felt cold.
At this time, the helper, Xiao Yu, walked into the living room. She was taken back when she saw Liang Zhou. She instinctively asked, “Madam, why are you sitting here so early in the morning?”
Liang Zhou looked at Xiao Yu in a daze. Her eyes were empty and lifeless.
Xiao Yu walked over and asked tentatively, “Madam, do you feel unwell?”
Liang Zhou held onto Xiao Yu, borrowing Xiao Yu’s strength to rise to her feet. She smiled bitterly as she said, “My feet are numb.”
Xiao Yu helped Liang Zhou back to the couch before she kneeled by the couch and propped one of Liang Zhou’s legs up to massage it for her. “Madam, just bear with the pain for a moment.
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