After bandaging the wound on her head, she stood up blankly and walked towards the bedroom.
"Madam, why don't you stay in another room, let me tidy up that bedroom..."
The servant had not finished speaking when Qin Yin had already left. She silently walked into the messy bedroom. Following her, the servant heard her turn to them and say, "Go on with your work, I want to sleep for a while."
It was already past eleven o'clock at night, indeed time to sleep.
"Or perhaps..."
"No need."
The servant hadn't finished speaking when she interrupted, then closed the door to the bedroom and sat down on the bed amidst the disorder on the floor.
She silently looked at the debris on the ground and the collapsed furniture, but Nan Sichen's words from earlier echoed in her mind, sentence after sentence, voice after voice, each word turning into a blade slicing through her heart.
He had built her a dream and then destroyed it with his own hands.