Xia Yiwan's heart sank. She didn't ask any further and strode upstairs.
Just as she reached the bedroom door, it was pulled open from the inside.
Both were taken aback at the sight of one another.
Shi Ying was the first to recover, her voice soft as she said, "Miss Xia, you've returned?"
Xia Yiwan looked at Shi Ying, who stood at the master bedroom door in a white silk nightgown with a V-neck design revealing her delicate collarbone. Below the hem, her legs were thin and white.
Shi Ying was very slim, but not bony—she still had curves where it mattered.
Her long, black, silky hair draped over her shoulders, giving her an air of innocence and purity.
This nightgown had been bought by Yanxi for Xia Yiwan.
She hadn't taken it with her when she left.
Now, Shi Ying was wearing it—did Yanxi permit this?
Despite having resigned herself to despair these past days, seeing this scene stirred tumultuous emotions within Xia Yiwan again.