"In the forest, I shouldn't say these things to you." Ye Feng lowered his head.
"You belong to the Young Master, and seeing me trouble him naturally makes you angry." She gave him a comforting smile, "It's okay, I understand."
Then, without waiting for Ye Feng to speak, she entered the room, closed the door, opened the wardrobe, and took out this year's most fashionable and popular dress.
After putting it on and looking at herself in the mirror, her gaze dimmed, and a layer of loneliness covered her face. She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head and sighing lightly.
These noble clothes didn't match her style at all. All these clothes were bought for her by Beitang Yao; he never asked what size she wore, yet every piece fit perfectly and she could bring out the essence of each garment.
