The Origin

Molted flowers that had been preserved, wrappers from the food he had sent, gifts, accessories, letters... all of them were things Bei Sangyun had received from Fei Chuan.

She had kept them safely, preserved them carefully, and treasured them more than her bank cards and property documents.

Bei Sangyun had grown thinner over the past four days. Her pale face carried a weak expression that Maid Ye Zhai wasn't used to seeing.

"Young Miss..." She immediately set the tray on the table and hurried to fetch Bei Sangyun's slippers. "The ground is cold." She glanced at Bei Sangyun's pale feet. The room was cold—perhaps she had opened the balcony door again last night.

Bei Sangyun silently slipped on the slippers. Seeing her so drained of energy made Maid Ye Zhai's heart ache.

"This is the dessert Mrs. Bei made. She said you like this."