A pang of sorrow shot through her as she thought of her parents in the city. In her past life, she had been unfilial. Her willfulness had destroyed her family's happiness, and she had no idea how her parents had spent their final years.
Chi Yun'er quickly found a pen and paper. She carefully spread the sheet on the low table, filled the pen with ink, and meticulously wrote the opening, reining in her desperate longing to go home.
Following her old habit of only reporting good news to her family and never the bad, she chewed on the end of her pen, frowning. 'How can I express my desire to return to the city in a natural way?'
Suddenly, someone outside the window gave a low cough. A shiver ran through Chi Yun'er, and she snapped her head up to look.
