It was a still, dark night. The dim glow of the moonbeams painted a faint sheen on the lands.
Jun Xiaomo tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Finally, she decided to get up. She climbed out of bed, opened the door to her room and walked out into the cold, chilly courtyard just outside.
Although several hours had passed by now, the earlier events in the day had nevertheless left an indelible mark in her heart, sending pangs of frustration and pain echoing through the fibers of her body. This type of pain wasn’t something a simple, light twitching sensation; rather, it felt as though something pressed heavily on her chest, causing her breathing to grow ragged and shallow.
Ye Xiuwen did not return to her after sending Zhang Shuyue back to her room. This left Jun Xiaomo thoroughly aggrieved. It was as though everything in her past had once again resurfaced to haunt her – she knew exactly what was going to happen, yet she felt completely powerless to do anything about it.
Is martial brother Ye going to fall in love with that woman again?
Jun Xiaomo removed her shoes and set them on the ground. Then, barefooted, she curled up into a ball and held her head to her knees as she sat on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.
She truly felt aggrieved by the entire situation. They have been martial siblings for over twenty years now, yet it seemed as though their relationship could hardly hold a candle to a woman whom Ye Xiuwen had barely met. How could her martial brother Ye just defer to Zhang Shuyue like that?
That said, after Ye Xiuwen and Zhang Shuyue took their leave earlier today, she had also heard about...