Qiu Xiang departed from Purple Jade's place, looked up at the azure sky above the roof, and felt her mood lift, as if the conversation with Purple Jade had dispelled all the accumulated gloom of the past few months.
Purple Jade said she'd be going to Changan, as the girl would be there; it seemed that even in such a place full of troubles, life wouldn't be too difficult, right?
Thinking of this, Qiu Xiang smiled, hearing the faint sound of crying coming from somewhere she hummed softly to herself. Purple Jade had returned, and her words represented those of the girl's. Zhou Xiuer would most certainly not remain in this house, nor would she go to Changan.
Qiu Xiang briskly returned to serve Madam Zhou.
As for Zhou Xiuer, she buried herself in bed, crying her heart out, with not a single person to console her; inside, she felt both angry and panicked, truly believing she was going to be abandoned.
What should she do?
