Madam Luo was dressed in a crimson silk overcoat adorned with butterflies playing among flowers. Even with a touch of rouge, she exuded charm, yet there was something different from before. As Xiqiu observed her closely, she suddenly realized—it was her gaze! In the past, her eyes were filled with sarcasm and resentment even when she smiled, but now they were unusually calm, like a still lake without the slightest ripple.
She shed her usual arrogance and disdain, kneeling by Lady's feet as soon as she entered, her expression serene as she said, "Madam, this maid has sinned!" Madam Luo did not beat around the bush and spoke with her head lowered, "Yesterday, I was in a daze and did not come to my senses until Lady said something that reminded me. Upon recalling the events of the night before last, I felt guilty and couldn't sleep well all night. I thought if I didn't voice it out, I might never find peace in my heart."
Lady raised an eyebrow, interested, "Oh?"
