The minds of the master and servant constantly fluctuated.
Shen Hua felt lost, her fingertips turning white as she curled up, only remembering to bite her lip tightly. She lowered her head, and her eyes quickly filled with a layer of mist.
In contrast, Yingwu. She pondered long and hard with the simplicity of a mallet, her expression gradually becoming calm.
Without consolation or soothing, she ended up feeling envious.
Each time her menses came, the dragging pain in her lower abdomen was truly burdensome, inconvenient for practicing martial arts.
She too was often troubled and frustrated, wishing she were a man.
Yingwu couldn't help but exclaim, "This is truly a great blessing."
After hearing this, Shen Hua completely broke down. Stubborn tears swirled in her eyes, and after they gathered enough, they couldn't be held back and finally fell, rolling down her delicate and beautiful face.
She turned over and climbed onto the couch, helplessly curling herself into the bedding.
