Zhu Shuang'er lay on her bed, sleep eluding her for a long time.
The bed was clearly soft, much more form-fitting and comfortable than the ones on the mountain, yet for some reason, she felt ill at ease.
It was like…
The people here.
Everyone in the Zhu Mansion treated her with respect and courtesy. Their tones were kind and deferential, which should have been much more comfortable than being scolded by elders, but she felt like an outsider, unable to fit in no matter what.
Everything,
was different from how she had imagined.
Childhood friends, reunited after so many years, showed no joyous excitement, only envy and a desire to curry favor.
Even the Young Master,
had become a complete stranger.
"Sigh!"
Zhu Shuang'er closed her eyes, Zhu Ju's words from their journey echoing in her mind.
'Esteemed seniors, when enlightening their juniors, often use inscrutable words and leave them to figure it out on their own. It's a very bad habit.'
