The next day, as Jia Mansion was about to set out, Song Qingshu was still savoring the exquisite aftertaste of yesterday. He could only marvel at how perfectly matched he and Li Qingluo were, in every respect.
Moreover, she possessed a particular mature charm. Unlike ordinary young girls, she would not cling to him endlessly. For him, now plagued by romantic debts, that was all the more precious.
Upon learning that Jia Baoyu was setting off for Western Xia, every branch of the Jia family came out to see him off. Whether sincere or merely putting on a show, they all wished him success from the very start.
Only one person did not come out: Lin Daiyu.
She had already been unhappy when she learned that Jia Baoyu was going to take part in Western Xia's marriage selection. When she later found out that Xue Baochai would be accompanying him, her jealousy immediately boiled over.
Song Qingshu could only express regret at this. Sister Lin truly was a good girl. Compared with the other young ladies in the household, who more or less wore masks, her nature was far more innocent. Of course, in many people's eyes, that made her seem somewhat overly delicate.
At another time, Song Qingshu might have gone to comfort her. But he had important matters at hand now, and with romantic entanglements already surrounding him, he naturally would not casually provoke such a good girl again.
Seeing him leave just like that without even a word, Xue Yan, the maid keeping watch from the shadows, could not help pursing her lips. Bao Erye is far too heartless. My young lady shed tears over him for nothing.
Naturally, Song Qingshu knew nothing of this. He arrived at the western city gate to meet the others. Jia