He shook his own head. Having plenty of items. While looking at the woman right in the eye. Not turning away at any point if at all. The woman was not able to say anything, and even he was shocked.

“That was a fairly recent provision, since I’m taking off an asset that we don’t need.” In a way, Chaoyun was almost beyond it.

“Then they reject it, and I accept it as it is. I will write to them to accept this.” Before he walked away and also asked his wife to remain the same. Giving her a look which suggested that he knew much less or trusted the wrong person. Even as they all left. When her mother opened her arms to really allow her to cry right now at the very least.

“You can let it go.”

“I’m so thankful that I never really let myself think that it was too good to be true. In a way, this makes it easier but it still hurts so much.” Just as she was shocked as to how close she placed herself into a vulnerable position. And that she believed herself more. That in a way, she was shaken, but also proved right. But she was in a way, having lost her own trust. This was not a good opportunity and that she feared the backlash, but she was also relieved. Her choice was right.

That night, she sat down on the table. Aware of where this was and how her life had changed. She had not worked much tonight, choosing to sit in the kitchen and help out with the desserts. And allowing someone to really take over since she was not in the mood. What happened had already spread and how this was not anything positive right now then and there.

She knew it and why she was she was now here at long last. Holding a cup of water, and tempted to just trying to drink something while they were now here at long last. She had drowned herself in her own feelings, not to mentioned what would have already went around. She was truly and clearly in no mood for it as well. If at all.

This was the truth of where she was at here right now at long last. While stirring the pot. “Would you work faster?”

She placed it on there and there poured a few cups before passing it to them and then going back to stirring. Not even wanting anything or having anyone. In a good way, she was thankful for the silence because that was all she wanted then and there. And allowing her to really think of it at any point when they needed it right now then and there.

But nothing was said about it, and she continued working. Slowly steering. “Take over one of the other pots, since you are in no mood, you probably can focus on them easily.” She decided to move over and so did she, taking the chance to look at it fully while they were here at long last. Knowing what she was looking at right now if there was a chance to look at it as well.

She raised the lid then and there, letting herself see what was seen or what was known. Closing things when it was necessary and then putting them and then filling it up. In such times of need, she could see the positive parts of this when they were here. It was not one which put her at the front answering awkward questions about what was happening if at all.

“This is a job for some who can’t face anyone outside.” And she was right about it.

“I wonder, did you have any reasons for choosing this?”

“I was divorced or rather my marriage was annulled, that it never a good sign not discounting just how much shame you bring to yourself. The scandal it caused, and eventually the destruction of my personal name. I can’t even go outside much, and even as the years passed the hurt never went away even as it faded. I never did another offer, only to learn that he used me for his own gain with another. Though eventually I managed to gain a fair bit of compensation back by suing for me and conning my parents and cheating me out of my dowry and no longer allowing me to do much.”

And that’s how she came here. Even as she continued to focus. “In a way, you’re lucky that you only knew now if at all. That your name isn’t that sullied, and anything that falls through before the actual match is often a good thing. That meant that it should never have went through.”

“Were your parents desperate?” She asked. In a sense, setting aside plenty of things. She was no longer stern, uncaring but somewhat cynical at the very least. Even as she slowly placed it to the front.

“They were. I showed not much concern for children, I found them the most annoying things to exist. I never thought about children, and in the end I could not even give him a child. Even as that was not fully my fault and could be said to be just as much as his. He never tried and eventually as the years passed, I never had a child.”

Even as she was a little less likely to care. “Now we should get back to work. But you have a good mother, and you were never pressured to such a match. This would pass, and a better offer would sure come. But if anything, don’t be like me.”

“Why will you say that? Because you’re earning your keep. You helped my mother when she needed it, and she still trusts you.”

“I was disowned by them eventually, by my own brother. Chased to a corner and then I took what little he gave me and came here. I hoped that even from this, you won’t be forced either way.” She was still a little more strange about it before going back again. She was still right, it hurt because she didn’t think that this option would be so terrible.

“Despite how much grief you gave me, no one deserves what I went through, and I understand myself fully on why I would never want one. I understand that deep within me, I never was and if my parents weren’t rich or had offered that much I would never have gotten true. But I never did want that. And when you’re unsure it’s best to never do it. I still don’t know even as I’m thirty-three, I can’t answer and then I realize that I don’t need to.”

The expectations and that perhaps she would have settled. But now, it was as though all they were telling was the idea of her trusting herself and understanding that perhaps her dreams was not unrealistic. And that was what she should have guessed. Fully following her heart regardless of the time if at all.

She was right, and what she should have done next is to make her travels. Either way, time around here would be awkward and if it were to ever get worse she should just make the decisions to leave and very much save herself the face. She did want it, and in a way perhaps this was telling her this was the truth.