The next morning at dawn.
Huai Yu was holding an invitation and about to leave when someone unexpectedly called out to stop her.
"So early in the morning, where are you going?"
Clad in a white garment, Huai Xinmei, along with her maid Xiaomian, shouted from a lane, hailing her from afar.
Huai Yu frowned slightly, considering pretending not to hear and just walking out the door.
"Huai Yu!" This time, Huai Xinmei called her name distinctly, and at the same moment, Xiaomian quickly walked to the doorway, blocking Huai Yu's path.
Impatience flashed in Huai Yu's eyes, but her demeanor remained cordial, "Is there something you need, cousin?"
"How distant you sound. Can't I call out to you if there's nothing important?" Huai Xinmei stepped up to Huai Yu and stood firm, her eyes deep and troubled.
"If there's nothing else, then I'll be on my way," Huai Yu said, not in the mood to tangle with this duplicitous woman before her.
