Returning to the Yuwen Mansion, it was already late in the evening.
When Shang Ruyi got off the carriage, she was still somewhat stiff and numb, almost stumbling. Fortunately, Tushere and Wo Xue, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, hurriedly rushed up to support her. Tushere anxiously asked, "Miss, you're finally back, are you alright?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi glanced at her, said nothing, just shook her head. When she looked back again, the coachman had already driven the carriage away.
On the long street, only the distant sounds of hooves and wheels remained, along with the chilly wind mixed with bitter snowflakes hitting her face, further freezing her limbs and clouding her thoughts.
Tushere sensed something strange in the air, looked at Shang Ruyi, and said, "Miss, why does your complexion look so bad?"
Shang Ruyi looked back at her again, then at Wo Xue, forcing herself to muster a little smile: "I'm fine. Is everything alright at home?"
"Nothing at all,"
