Life of Regrets

The four headed to one of the minor courtyards after Yang Jiahui finally calmed down. Long Tengfei awkwardly comforted her. He wasn't an affectionate person to begin with, so his movements looked stiff and unnatural as he patted his wife's back.

They followed the old chamberlain who led the way. A servant took Iris' presents from Long Tengfei and Yang Jiahui to be placed in their bedchamber.

Yang Mei walked beside Iris and started chattering. She asked Iris various questions but also talked about herself in an endless stream of words. Her energy reminded Iris a little of Dom. Perhaps that was why she immediately felt at ease with the young woman.

"Do I call you Xiulan or Iris?"

"Either is fine, Yang Mei."

"I told you to call me Meimei."

"Alright, Meimei."