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Master Shen was always recognized for her integrity. She felt that bamboo was the most fitting representation, so she embroidered tall bamboo on her handkerchief, with distinct joints and lush green leaves.
As for Shen Yichen? He once mentioned his admiration for the purity and openness of plum blossoms. She carefully pondered this and used ink wash painting techniques to stitch a tree of winter plums onto the handkerchief. The branches were strong, and the blossoms dotted the fabric, capturing the essence of that sentiment, making her unafraid of being mocked for having flowers on a man's handkerchief.
While she embroidered the plum tree, her expression was focused; each stitch was made with great care, as if she were weaving her longing for him into the fabric thread by thread.
Ever since she entered the Shen Family—no, more accurately, since their parting three months ago at the restaurant—she had not seen Shen Yichen again.
She knew he was angry; she could even feel the hatred in his gaze that day. Yet, she still recklessly moved into the Shen Family, hoping to be closer to him.
To her surprise, he had truly resolved not to see her again. It was as if he could predict her every move; every time she found an excuse to seek him out, she would end up empty-handed.
Deep down, she understood that she shouldn't blame him. From the beginning, she knew that betting ten years of feelings on this gamble might not lead to victory.
Still, she couldn't help but feel unwilling to accept it. With a glimmer of hope, she pushed herself step by step into a situation where everyone turned against her.
Now, even Chang Ma refused to speak a word to her, and the loneliness and helplessness in her heart spread like a tide.
Carefully, she bit off the last silk thread and looked at the handkerchief in her hands with satisfaction. Thinking that he should be back for dinner soon, she hurriedly stood up and walked quickly toward the east wing.
As she passed through the garden, Yaxin saw Cousin Miss and Shen Yongyi chatting as they approached from Nine-Bend Bridge.
It was well-known throughout the Shen Family that Cousin Miss had feelings for Shen Yichen. Meanwhile, Shen Yongyi held a grudge against Yaxin because his idol Ye Qianxi had been driven away by her.
Yaxin knew very well that she couldn't meet them, so she intended to turn and leave. However, just as she turned around, she heard Cousin Miss call out loudly from behind, "Isn't that Miss Yaxin?"
With no way to avoid it, she could only turn back helplessly.
Suddenly, she noticed that they were all holding the handkerchiefs she had given them, and her heart eased slightly; it seemed they didn't harbor complete malice towards her. She stepped forward graciously, forcing a smile and giving them a gentle nod.
"I haven't had the chance to thank you for the handkerchief," Cousin Miss spoke first, her tone relatively gentle.
Yaxin was about to respond with a "not at all," when Shen Yongyi scoffed disdainfully, "How tacky. Who even uses these anymore?"
Her face instantly flushed with embarrassment. Seeing this, Cousin Miss quickly defended her, "How can it be tacky? Just look at the color and the pattern; it's so fresh."
"It looks like a pile of dung. I really don't understand why you made me carry it. You've been using it every day; haven't you ever been laughed at?" Shen Yongyi mocked mercilessly.
"The owner of Su Huai Embroidery did say a few words about it, but it's really the thought that counts," Cousin Miss tried to ease the tension.
"I think this thing should be thrown away as soon as possible to avoid embarrassing ourselves," Shen Yongyi said, and without hesitation, she forcefully tossed the handkerchief towards the lake.
The handkerchief unfurled in the air like an abandoned child, floating sadly on the surface of the water as it drifted away with the current.
Suddenly, Shen Yongyi turned around, took a quick step forward, and snatched the handkerchief from Yaxin's hands. Unfolding it, she sneered again, "This must be for my brother, right? With embroidery like this, he’d be laughed to death. Better toss it quickly." Before Yaxin could react, the handkerchief was thrown out again.
Instinctively, Yaxin rushed forward to catch it. In her haste, she accidentally slammed her stomach against the railing. A sharp pain shot through her as she swayed unsteadily, only to have someone trip her from behind. She stumbled forward and plunged straight into the lake.
In an instant, water rushed into her eyes, ears, and nose. She desperately tried to struggle, but the excruciating pain in her abdomen felt like a demon, gradually sapping her strength.
Slowly, slowly, she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper...
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