By now, Jun Xiqing's delicate little face was completely devoid of any color. Her forehead shone softly with the sheen of sweat, as little tendrils of hair plastered against her snowy skin. She looked slightly ill and very piteous.
A sharp light flashed across Lu Yeming's deep, almond-shaped eyes and he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
But she only shook her head in response.
Lady Mei spoke out at this point. "Sister Qingqing, you should make your decision now. Are you going to choose President Lu or Young Master Mu?"
Everyone was waiting eagerly for her answer.
Jun Xiqing batted her long lashes and lowered her eyes.
Then she lifted her feet and left.
She left, alone.
In the end, she didn't choose anyone.
The whole crowd was in a furor.
…
After Jun Xiqing returned to her room, she sat in front of the vanity. Reaching up, she took off her veil. There was a small dark patch on her right cheek.
