Song Zhishan sat beneath the lamplight, her nimble fingers moving deftly through needle and thread. Tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, falling one by one onto the old garment she was finishing.
She carefully wiped away her tears, terrified lest they dampen the fabric, and even more afraid that her hidden emotions might unwittingly become stitched into every thread for Zhang Jingyun to wear and have others discover.
In the quiet of the night, she seemed to hear the beating of her own heart—a testament to her deep and lingering attachment to Zhang Jingyun.
Chapter 73