Despair in Heart

  After a night of rain, the banana leaves outside the window were emerald green and exceptionally clean. The sunlight shone on the banana leaves, immediately casting a sparkling luster on them.

  A gust of wind blew by, and the round water droplets fell from the tip of the leaves, splashing tiny water flowers on the still damp bluestone bricks.

  A girl in simple, even crude clothing, squatted beside a moss-covered well, laboriously washing a towering pile of clothes on the washboard. The clothes she was washing were elegant and beautiful, piece by piece, while her own tattered and faded clothes were an eyesore.

  The girl was about fifteen years old, looking still very tender and delicate. Her small face was no bigger than the palm of a hand, originally a beautiful and exquisite beauty, but unfortunately, the dirt on her face completely covered up her good looks. That waxen complexion was obviously caused by malnutrition, it seemed that she hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

  A head of brown long hair, braided into a fishtail braid and placed behind her head. With her movements, it sways gently. The wet fabric on her back clings to her skin, faintly revealing the curves that have not yet fully developed. Slightly green but also with a youthful charm.

  The girl got up and moved her sore hands and feet, which had been soaked in water and turned white and wrinkled. Her palms looked particularly conspicuous in the sunlight. She squinted her eyes to look at the sky, saw that the sun was about to come out, but her clothes were not yet washed clean. Thinking of those few arrogant and vicious faces, the girl's face suddenly turned pale.

  A frail body, in the chilly morning air, suddenly shuddered and began to tremble uncontrollably.

  She stretched out her numb hands in self-mockery, the sunlight shining through her splayed fingers onto her face, but unable to illuminate the endless gloom at the bottom of her heart.

  This world is so big, why isn't there a place for them, mother and daughter, to settle down?

  Why doesn't this warm sunshine share a little warmth with her?

  The fiery sun, with increasingly dazzling light, fell from the sky and swept across the high Cold Spring Pavilion of the Fengfu Mansion, gliding over the golden glazed tiles.

  "Second sister, maybe Snow is just confused for a moment! Don't blame Snow anymore! After all, Snow is the fiancée of King Yue!"

  Miss Sanfeng said gently, seemingly persuading but actually reminding Feng Qianjiao of this fact, fueling her jealousy like adding oil to the fire.

  "You cheap slut, with this appearance you also have the face to climb high branches! A sparrow also wants to be a phoenix!"

  The second young lady, Feng Qianjiao, laughed and said, the flames of jealousy burning in her chest had burned all her rationality to ashes. A hint of ruthlessness flashed across her eyes as she stared at Feng Meixue's fearful figure.

  "I... I didn't..."

  Feng Mei Xue felt like she was being stared at by a venomous snake, and the hairs on her body stood up one by one.

  She just thought of that handsome man like a heavenly god, the good man she had been longing for since childhood, and her cheeks couldn't help but flush.

  She is a person who will not hide her emotions, whatever she thinks in her heart will appear on her face.

  Seeing the faint flush on her face, Third Miss Feng Tianxiang couldn't help but dig her long, crimson-painted fingernails into her palm.

  "Second sister, third sister, what are you doing here? The Moon King has arrived! He's right in the front hall!"

  A melodious voice like a skylark's call came down, crisp and clear.

  One of the five Miss Fengs, a genuine beauty, with a lovely face and a natural pink glow on her cheeks. A neat fringe covered her eyebrows. Her long hair was parted in the middle and tied up into two adorable buns with yellow silk ribbons. She wore a delicate silver-gray gauze dress embroidered with golden peony flowers at the collar, sleeves, lapels, and hem, with scattered silver leaves.

  Pearls worn on the ears are even more plump and full of color, and their value is evident.

  She floated in, her posture swaying with the wind, truly living up to her name of "Brushing Willow", her sleeves fluttering like willows, each step elegant and refined.

  Her age is similar to Feng Meixue's, but her treatment is worlds apart.

  "Little sister, is what you're saying true?"

  The second young lady, Feng Qianjiao, and the third young lady, Feng Tianxiang, both had a flush of excitement on their faces as they thought of the person in their hearts, and they both felt a sudden warmth in their chests.

  "Yes, I also told him that Snowy is right here! He'll come over to see Snowy immediately!"

  Miss Wu's face, which was as beautiful as a phoenix and as elegant as a willow tree, showed no sign of malice, but instead had an air of kindness that could understand people's intentions.

  As expected, Feng Mianxue's face turned bright red as soon as she heard that Yue Wangye was coming, just like a ripe apple, tender and juicy. Her pale yellow skin also reflected a captivating color, like the glow of dawn.

  She looked at Feng Wu Liu with gratitude, her bright eyes filled with expectation.

  "He - he wants to come over and see me?"

  Could he have come to propose to Father?

  She has waited for so many years, countless days of longing, is it really coming?

  "Yes! We should congratulate Sister Xue in advance!"

  Miss Wu nodded slightly, her fingers pinching the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, subtly revealing a hint of unusual emotions.

  Before Feng Meixue could rejoice for long, Second Miss Feng Qianjiao gave a signal with her eyes, and the tall and sturdy family slaves behind her immediately surrounded her.

  Layer upon layer of shadows enveloped her small figure, making her heart suddenly panic.