"Are you thinking about the Eldest Young Master, milady?"
The master and servant were used to being informal with each other.
Given the original owner's three-year-long pursuit of Shen Tingyu, this topic wasn't exactly out of line.
But Cui Lingyao didn't want to discuss it. "It's late. Let's get to sleep."
The outer room fell silent.
Before long, Zhiqiu couldn't help but ask, "The Eldest Young Master was so warm toward you. Aren't you happy?"
Cui Lingyao froze for a moment, then subconsciously denied it. "I am happy."
"But I can't help but feel that you're not in a joyous mood."
"...That's not it."
'I can't let my character collapse,' Cui Lingyao thought. She said, "After waiting for so long, the clouds have finally parted to reveal the moon. How could I not be happy?"
Despite saying she was happy, not a trace of joy could be heard in her voice.
