Tang Yu reached out and wiped the tear tracks from Liu Mingzhu's face.
This gesture somehow made Liu Mingzhu feel a little embarrassed. She said softly, "I've made a fool of myself before you, Young Master Tang."
"There's nothing foolish about it."
Tang Yu wiped Liu Mingzhu's tears clean, looked straight into her beautiful eyes, and softly called, "Madam."
"Hmm?"
A hint of confusion appeared on Liu Mingzhu's face.
She did not know why, despite having met Young Master Tang less than two hours ago, their similar experiences made her feel as though they had met too late. She did not even mind losing her composure before him.
"Madam, you truly are beautiful."
Tang Yu said with utmost sincerity.
This sudden, blunt compliment left Liu Mingzhu stunned for a moment, stirring an inexplicable emotion within her.
After a while, she came back to herself and pulled away.
"Young Master Tang, you jest. There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, women in Kyoto prettier than me. Young Master Tang is the truly rare handsome man in this world."
Then she stood and said, "There are still some matters at home that need handling, so I'll be going back first."
She had lost her composure far too much today, and she was already too embarrassed to remain here chatting with him.
"Very well, Madam. Go attend to your affairs."
Tang Yu rose to see her out. After escorting Madam Mingzhu to the door and waving goodbye, he closed the door and went back inside to lie down.
After leaving Tang Yu's residence, Liu Mingzhu walked down the street with an inexplicable restlessness in her heart.
It had been many years since her state of mind had been so unsettled.
*It's been many years since I last chatted with someone