She knew that Biluo was frightened by her, but she couldn't stop laughing. Hazy looking at the fireworks scattered in the sky, she thought about the sound of the xiao she heard on the Lantern Festival that night. The

slow and long timbre, the man sitting by the railing, the eyes that looked at each other instantly... the throbbing joy rippling in her heart...

and finally... the divorce letter that fell on the ground.

Oh. She closed her eyes, the laughter died down, but in the end she still let the tears in her eyes slide down, one by one, wetting her cheeks, while the sadness on her lips was still light and did not disappear.

[Chapter 1]

It snowed yesterday, but the weather today is suddenly warm. The frost and snow gradually melted in the warmth. The sunlight near noon faintly shone through the half-open carved wooden window, casting a thin golden light on the ground. 　　A few sparrows chirped outside the window, and the crisp and ear-catching chirping sound spread through the thin purple curtain, finally waking up the person behind the curtain. 　　Su Man�F slowly opened her sore eyes, half awake, her mind still in a dream, unable to fully wake up for a while. 　　She yawned lightly, closed her eyes again, and heard the sound of a door. Soon, a figure walked into the archway of the inner room, walked around the embroidered screen, and looked at the curtain. 　　"Are you awake, young lady?" The girl who came in was wearing a lotus-colored silk skirt. She had a beautiful and outstanding appearance and a graceful temperament, like a young lady from a good family. 　　"What time is it now?" Su Man�F yawned again and opened her eyes. The mist in her eyes had faded and turned clear. 　　"It's noon." Knowing that the young lady was awake, Biluo put the copper basin in her hand on the wooden rack beside her, closed the window with only a small gap, and then picked the charcoal in the charcoal basin and added some new charcoal to prevent the warmth in the room from fading. Then he walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to open the bed curtain, and hung the thin curtain on the hook beside it. 　　Su Man-F sat up, her long black hair was loose, and her too fair skin made the shadows under her eyes very obvious. 　　Biluo frowned and looked at the several account books stacked on the coffee table beside her. "The young lady stayed up late again." She muttered unhappily. This was not the first time. Every time the young lady focused on her work, she would forget to eat and sleep, and forget to take care of herself. 　　"Even if you can't finish reading these account books, you won't lose them. The young lady always stays up late because of these things. If you get sick from exhaustion, Biluo will definitely be punished by the master and the mistress." Biluo muttered while twisting a hot towel with her hands and feet. 　　Su Man-F had long been accustomed to Biluo's noise. She took the towel and wiped her face, then took the warm tea to rinse her mouth, took the towel handed by Biluo and wiped her mouth, and finally couldn't help speaking when she saw that Biluo was still talking. 　　"Biluo." She looked at the personal maid with amusement and helplessness. Biluo had served her since she was a child. The two grew up together and naturally had a good relationship. Moreover, she was one year younger than Biluo, so Biluo was very protective of her and took care of her like a younger sister. 　　Especially after that incident, Biluo protected her like an old hen - in fact, it was not just Biluo, but her father who already loved her also doted on her even more, letting her have almost everything she wanted. Even the current princess might not be as favored as she was. 　　Thinking of that incident, Ming Moo felt a hint of sadness and a slight pain in her chest. Even though it had been more than two years, the pain was still deeply engraved in her heart. 　　Noticing the depression in the young lady's eyes, Biluo immediately knew that the young lady must have thought of those annoying things again. She pretended to be dissatisfied and hummed, "Okay, Biluo knows that the young lady thinks I'm nagging, so I won't nag... What will the young lady wear today?" She walked quickly to the suitcase and searched for it. "How about this peach blossom skirt? Pair it with a pink waistcoat. Miss has fair skin, so it would be nice to wear something bright." 　　Su Man came back to her senses and saw Biluo chirping, looking as lively as a colorful butterfly. How could she not understand the girl's thoughts? She smiled slightly. 　　"All right." She got out of bed and let Biluo dress her up, while asking, "Did anything happen this morning?" 　　"No, a few managers will come to report the recent accounts to Miss later. Recently, the antique shop has received a batch of ancient white Burmese jade. After selecting, they will be shown to Miss..." Biluo said one by one. She not only serves Miss's life, but also helps with official business. 　　The Su family is the richest family in the south, and they are involved in various operations. The wealth accumulated over several generations can be piled up into several gold mountains. 　　Su Man-F was the only daughter of the Su family. Her mother died of dystocia when she was born. Su's father loved his wife so much that he could not accept her death. He aged by dozens of years in an instant. He missed his beloved wife every day and ignored his newborn daughter. 　　At that time, Su's father hated his daughter. If it were not for this child, his wife would never leave him. He did not want to see the child who killed his wife. 　　It was his wife's personal maid who saw that he was always immersed in sorrow, so she slapped him hard and forced the little baby girl in her arms on him, asking him to take a good look at his daughter. 　　The little baby girl, who was born half a year ago, did not have a name yet. She looked at him with her big black eyes, waved her fists, and babbled a little smile at him. 　　Su's father burst into tears. These eyebrows, these eyes, this smile...are so much like his wife. 　　He thought of his wife nestling in his arms, caressing her round belly lovingly, and smilingly saying to him, "Master, if it's a son, I hope he can be a man like you. If it's a daughter, I don't ask for her to be rich and famous, but I just hope she will be safe and happy, everything will go smoothly, and most importantly, marry a good husband like me." Before his wife 　　passed away, she did not forget to urge him to take good care of their daughter, but he did not keep his promise to his wife and ignored the daughter she gave birth to for him for half a year... Analysis and forecast of China Merchants Bank stock trend and K-line chart