"What if the master and mistress come looking for you someday?" Hua Hua was worried. "By then, Miss, you would be completely done for, unable to free yourself."
"If that happens, then perhaps the heavens do not favor me. I would accept my fate."
Song Wei's tears unknowingly fell, plopping into the bath bucket, making a soft sound.
Song Wei reached out to wipe her tears, sinking herself into the bath bucket.
...
Meanwhile, Jun Yu personally went to the market to buy some jewelry for Song Wei, including pearl hairpins, earrings, and a few bracelets.
These pieces of jewelry matched Song Wei's demeanor very well—subtle and elegant, able to enhance her grace.
At this moment, he knocked on Song Wei's room door with the items in hand, "Miss Song, are you there?"
Song Wei had just finished her bath, Hua Hua was combing her hair. Hearing the voice, she said, "Hua Hua, go open the door and see what Ah Yu needs."
The day was almost turning to night, why wasn't he asleep yet?
