That night, Weimo sat with Madam Ran in the East Side Room.
The dim candlelight cast both their figures against the window paper, and the young maid lowered the silver shears used for trimming the wick and retreated with a bow.
Madam Ran took her hand, her gaze deep and lingering. "Yan'er didn't have his father's affection or his mother's love when he was young, which gradually shaped his cold and unfeeling temperament..."
Chapter 56