A wave of indescribable sorrow suddenly overwhelmed her heart. Yan Luoxi held her face in her hands and squatted down at the entryway, bursting into uncontrollable tears. Auntie Tong was startled; everything had been fine, so why the sudden crying? Could it be because the Mister went on a business trip?
"Ma'am, please don't cry. If the Mister learns that you've cried, he will feel heartbroken."
Yan Luoxi hugged herself and cried even louder. She didn't even know why she was crying—just that she woke up to find that he had already left, and it felt as if her world had come crashing down.
Meimei dashed in from the outside, circling around Yan Luoxi, seemingly aware of her mistress's sorrow. It howled anxiously and then extended its tongue to lick her face.
Yan Luoxi, her face wet with dog saliva, found herself caught between laughter and sobs. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she held Meimei's doggy head, feeling a wave of melancholy wash over her.
