"I chose loyalty, not looks." He clearly chose beauty, but he said it was loyalty.
"This servant will be loyal to the young master throughout her life and will never give up on him." She clearly made a true oath, but she was misunderstood as child's play.
"Lingran, you can smile heartlessly at your elder brother, but you will always look cold and indifferent in front of me. Whose maid are you?"
That night, I stayed in his room, familiar with everything and the familiar people. There is no ceremony at all, just a red candle burning until dawn.
I leaned on the bamboo in the bamboo forest and looked at the staggering drunken figure in the corridor. I wrapped myself in a red robe and entered the attic room. I laughed, but shed tears.
I used to look forward to him coming, but now I just hope he never comes.
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