At the end of June, Jing City was occasionally brushed by bouts of thundery rain.
After stepping out of the tea room, Bai Yu gazed at the man-made rockery in the backyard, now shrouded in a fine drizzle. She wouldn't call it melancholy; rather, she felt a sense of relief. Leaving the Bai Family or leaving the Lin Residence—it was all going to happen sooner or later. She never truly belonged here.
Just a moment ago in the tea room, Madam Fang had made herself very clear.
Chapter 16