The sky was a deep blue, resembling a sapphire.
Yueyao looked up at the sky until her neck began to ache and then she lowered her head; luckily, there was no sun, otherwise it might have hurt her eyes.
Hua Lei came over and said, "Miss, everything is packed up." This time, the miss had ordered all her paintings to be taken away, and the valuable writing tools were all packed up; there were many boxes and trunks of odds and ends.
Xiang Wei, unlike Hua Lei, did not ask questions even though she had them: "Does the Third Young Lady plan not to return to the Lian Mansion?" If it were not for such a thought, she wouldn't have packed all these necessary and fine items.
Yueyao shook her head, "I will still return for the New Year, but other times I do not want to stay in the Lian Mansion." She had not yet figured out a method, but she was sure she would eventually find a way.
A thought flashed through Xiang Wei's mind: "Are you worried that they might harm you?"
