Wen Xiao'ai shook her head, "…It's nothing."
"This is chocolate that the second young master Jun sent for you," Xiaocha handed a beautifully packaged box of chocolates to Wen Xiao'ai.
Wen Xiao'ai glanced at it and reached out to accept it.
Xiaocha, seeing Wen Xiao'ai who usually laughed uncontrollably at the sight of food, now had no reaction whatsoever, felt somewhat puzzled.
"Miss Wen, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I, I just miss Jun Moyan."
"Isn't the young master returning tonight?"
"…Yes, I'll go upstairs and wait for him." Holding the chocolates, Wen Xiao'ai seemed as if she had lost her soul, nearly missing a step as she ascended the stairs.
Back in her room, Wen Xiao'ai collapsed onto the bed, hugging Jun Moyan's pillow.
Smelling the scent that belonged to Jun Moyan on the pillow, she thought, what would she do if Jun Moyan really died one day?
