503 Playing the Piano

"Miss Meifeng… Have you ever felt desperation?" Yuan suddenly asked her after getting off the bed.

"Desperation?" Meifeng raised her eyebrows, wondering to herself why he would ask such a question.

"The feeling of being helpless— a sense of weakness and hopelessness." Yuan stood there with a profound aura around him that felt a little different than usual.

"I can't really say that I have…" Meifeng shook her head.

"However, the closest I have felt to desperation was when my husband died, I guess."

"Your husband?"

Now that he thought about it, Yuan has never seen Meixiu's father before.

"He died in an accident before I could even give birth to Meixiu," she said with a bittersweet smile on her face.

"I'm sorry for asking…"

"There's no need for you to be sorry. It happened really long ago." Meifeng said with a smile.

"Anyways, why the sudden question, Young Master? Does it have something to do with your nightmare?"