Li Qiyu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pillow, and found the letters LB. She looked at the seemingly simple embroidery—had Bo Yeyuan really spent so long on it?
The servant said that Bo Yeyuan had ruined many, crooked like centipedes, and he was never satisfied.
This one was the final product, looking neat and beautiful.
Li Qiyu's tears welled up. She had thought it was machine-pressed, done in just a few minutes, but he had put thought into it. He had paid attention to every little detail; it was just that she hadn't seen it.
"Is everything you're saying true?" she asked in a low voice.
"I wouldn't get a raise for lying to you... but with the Young Master in a bad mood, we all suffer. So, I really hope you'll come back. Although you're not that nice to us servants when you're here, at least the Young Master is normal," the servant stuck out her tongue, "Seeing him frequently self-harm, it's hard for us too."