Xiaodie wanted to stop her, but she was so weak that she could only call her helplessly, but the girl didn't look back.
Will he come?
Suddenly, I felt a little more hopeful. I stood up with difficulty while holding on to the bed. I felt light-headed and as if I was going to faint at any moment.
Holding on to the wall, she looked at the dressing table to one side. Three days had not passed. She must be in a very embarrassed state now.
The ancients said that a man will die for the one who knows him, and a woman will look for the one who pleases her. He should come over when he comes back, and she can't be too embarrassed.
She finally arrived in front of the dressing table, but she was also out of breath from exhaustion. She picked up the comb and looked at the unusually haggard person in the mirror. She smiled bitterly:
How could he be so haggard? He had only been ill for three days.
"Young Madam...Young Madam..."
Is it Cui'er's voice? Did Li Shang just return home?
Otherwise, how could she come here so quickly?
Still holding the comb in her hand, with unconcealable excitement on her face, Xiaodie turned around and looked at the door earnestly:
"Tui'er, where is the young master?"
The girl was the only one who didn't see the person she wanted to see.
"Madam, the young master is back..."
Cui'er lowered her head, her eyes darting uneasily. She didn't want to tell Madam the news. She would definitely be sad if she heard it.
"Really? He doesn't see me?"
My heart suddenly sank a little, and my weak eyes looked at the mirror again. I was so haggard, it would be better not to see me.
"Young Madam, no, it's not like that..."
Cui'er explained anxiously that the master she liked very much didn't want her to be sad.