Chun Xiao felt a lump in her throat and couldn't help but lower her head to wipe her tears.
Such a silent cry made one feel even worse. It was as if there were too many grievances, sadness, and sorrow that someone couldn't say out loud and could only bear.
As she cried, her remaining tears flowed out. Yu Youyao did not continue crying.
She opened the incense box.
There were five layers of incense boxes, and each layer contained the incense that Yu Youyao usually used. On the lowest layer, there were incense sticks. She picked up a jade spoon and a handful of the incense sticks. Then, she threw them into the incense burner. There was a soft sound, and wisps of smoke floated out of the furnace.
Yu Youyao placed the letter on it and flipped it to burn it.
As soon as Zhou Linghuai entered the Jade Courtyard, he sensed that something was wrong.
