The March sky is neither too cold nor too warm, yet there's still a hint of chill. Especially in the early morning, the dew is quite heavy; Susu could see the hems of everyone's skirts dampened by the dew, indicating they had been waiting for quite a while.
Susu forced back her tears. Clearly, she used to be the one who least loved crying, but lately, tears had been flowing at the slightest provocation. If they were truly as valuable as gold, she would have made a fortune by now.
Surrounded by maids and old women, Susu approached the Old Madam, while Hong Sheng, unable to accompany his wife, bid farewell to Prince Song, Yang Liu, and the husbands of a few others.
What needed to be said had already been spoken when Fourth Miss returned home yesterday, and everyone gathered. Now, as they looked at each other in silence, there was a sense of "all words left unsaid."
