Daohua Pavilion.
Daohua sat in front of the window, carefully pruning a pot of Hong Mei with scissors.
Behind her, Wang Manman watched, wanting to speak yet stopping herself. She endured and endured but at last could not hold back, "Miss, the Little Prince should have already arrived at the old lady's courtyard by now, don't you want to go and see him?"
Daohua's hands did not stop moving, "What's there to see? With so many people over there, is there a fear of neglecting him?"
Wang Manman was taken aback and hesitated before asking unsurely, "Miss, are you angry with the Little Prince?"
Daohua turned to look at her, "Do you think I shouldn't be angry with him?" When he left in front of so many people, raging with anger, anybody would think she had offended him.
He simply walked away, leaving her alone to face the mockery and verbal abuse of others.
If Xiao Yeyang had ever considered her a friend, he wouldn't have done this.