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She should have demanded an explanation and grown angry, turned back to snap at him, or at worst, slapped Lord Li again, but she had no strength left. She did not dare and did not want to look back at him, wanting only to cry. Because her Young Master had never come back at all. Once she turned and met his eyes, her Young Master would be truly gone. He was originally just a bubble that popped at the slightest touch, and after popping, he turned into a few lingering droplets of moisture floating in the air. Now even those droplets were trampled into the dirt by the person behind her, sinking into the dust as if they had never existed at all.

Him too, Your Majesty too, everyone too—no one understood her. They all felt her feelings for the Young Master were absurd, as if it were no big deal at all. Harboring feelings for a bubble that popped at a single touch was simply too foolish.

She did not care what expression or thoughts the person behind her had, feeling only that she did not want to see him again for the rest of her damn life. Since he was not the Young Master, his coming and going had nothing to do with her anymore. Dragging her faltering steps forward, a sudden pain gripped her lower abdomen. The woman's curse had caught a chill from entering the water last night, arriving in a twisted fashion, and the raw, wringing cramps gave her even more reason to blubber. It hurt so much that she wanted to learn Longyang and curse out loud.

Clutching her lower abdomen and bending double, her emotions in turmoil, she desperately wanted to run away. Had her robes been stained? Had they printed out some