"General Han, Miss Su is inside. Just go in by yourself," the servant said with indifference. The master showed no favor, and therefore the servants gave Han Yu no kindness. These days, the master had been taking diligent care of Miss Su, and it was evident to everyone the affection he had for her. Yet, to everyone's surprise, Miss Su had a husband – this cold and expressionless looking man before them. To them, it was as if a fresh flower had been planted upon cow dung – a waste considering their master's feelings.
Han Yu paid no heed to their attitudes. Standing at the door, he felt an unusual hesitation. Time and again, hope had turned to disappointment, making this moment feel somewhat surreal. After taking a deep breath, he walked inside. Only when he saw the figure on the bed, frowning with pain, did he quicken his pace. Within a few steps, he was at the bedside. Even as a grown man, he felt an urge to weep at that moment.