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"Young Master, Miss Xiao Lian is missing!"
Young Master Lang held the letter tightly as he found his father.
"Father, Xiao Lian is gone!"
Lang's Father remained calm. "If she's gone, then she's gone. Why are you so worked up about it?"
"I need to bring her back!"
As Young Master Lang spoke, he turned to leave, but Lang's Father grabbed him and recited word for word what I had once told him.
After hearing this, Young Master Lang opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. He turned and ran back to his room, staring at the letter in his hand, his face filled with desolation.
The letter contained only a few brief sentences:
"Young Master Lang, my humble background made me once dream of a lifetime together with you. However, during my time with the Lang family, I gradually understood the gap between us and realized how much sincerity you truly had for me. Thank you for your shelter during this time. Although I am alone now, I still have my own path to follow. Having seen our true feelings clearly, I bid farewell from this day forth. May you take care of yourself!"
Reading those few short lines left Young Master Lang with a complex mix of emotions; it was the first time he realized he had misjudged someone.
Sitting alone in his room, he felt desolate, his eyes reflecting regret, helplessness, and confusion, but not much sadness.
I returned to Grandma's home in the mountains to inform her that her son's revenge had been fulfilled.
After staying in the mountains for a few days, I told Grandma that I was leaving. I asked her if she wanted to come with me.
She replied that she would stay; both her son and husband were buried there, and she had lived most of her life in that place. Now that she was old, she didn't want to stir things up anymore.
With tears in her eyes, she waved goodbye to me.
As I turned away, tears streamed down my face despite my efforts to hold them back.
With the bundle Grandma prepared for me in hand, I set off on my journey alone.
Two years later, in Jiangnan.
Looking at the shop named "Embroidered Fate," an indescribable sense of pride welled up within me.
When I first arrived in Jiangnan, I had no money to my name. However, thanks to the reading and writing skills I learned at the Lang Family, I found work at an Embroidered Workshop. Eager to learn and willing to endure hardships, I quickly stood out in the workshop.
With a bit of talent, I made rapid progress, and my embroidered pieces became quite popular. After saving enough silver, I opened my own shop.
Today marks the grand opening of my embroidery shop, "Embroidered Fate." I stood at the entrance, welcoming guests from all directions.
"Xiao Lian, your skills are truly remarkable!" exclaimed a beautifully dressed lady as she admired a new Peony Painting I had embroidered.
I smiled in response. "Thank you, madam. I am just doing my best in hopes of earning everyone's appreciation."
As I busily attended to the guests, a tattered figure caught my eye from the crowd. A beggar, surrounded by people who were beating him, curled up in a corner of the street, his curses mingling with pleas for mercy.
My heart tightened when I saw his filthy face; that beggar was none other than my long-lost brother!
In an unguarded moment, our eyes met, and it seemed he noticed me too. My palms began to sweat involuntarily as I stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
His face was smeared with dirt and blood, and his clothes were in tatters—so different from the brother I remembered, who always wore a proud smile.
A wave of dizziness washed over me, panic and hatred swirling within me. I leaned against the counter, struggling to calm the turmoil inside.
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