After Shen Jingxian left, complex emotions flickered in Song Yan's eyes.
In her previous life, she spent years in the inner chambers, acting as a dutiful wife, managing the household for her husband. Her impression of Shen Jingxian was that of a man-stealing vixen, who had nothing to offer besides her looks.
But now, it seemed that Shen Jingxian was much more challenging than she had imagined.
Perhaps she shouldn't rely too much on memories from her past life, for after all, she had been raised in the cloistered inner chambers, viewing things inevitably from a limited perspective.
Shen Jingxian returned from the carriage with her small cushion and stress ball.
As she passed by Song Yan, a bad premonition struck her, and she instinctively wanted to distance herself to avoid any false accusations.
Unexpectedly, her movements didn't keep up with her thoughts, and she stumbled over her own feet, landing flat on the ground.
The ball in her hand flew out.
