Two maids dressed in pink and with pretty faces left the young master's house carrying food.
He didn't dare to speak until the two men walked out of the courtyard behind him.
"Have you noticed that something is wrong when the young master came out of seclusion this time?" One of the tall maids said softly.
"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let anyone hear. Or you might be punished." The round-faced maidservant reminded in a low voice.
The tall maid stuck out her tongue playfully, "There's no one here."
"You, you, have you forgotten that we shouldn't talk about the Young Master? How can we guess what the Young Master is thinking?"
"I see the young master seems to be preoccupied. Do you think it has something to do with the woman in the painting?" The tall maidservant was clearly very curious. "Sister, you've served in this courtyard longer than I have, so you must know the young master better than I do. Who do you think the woman in the painting in the young master's room is?"
Speaking of the painting, the round-faced maid couldn't help but say, "I don't know either. In the five years since I entered this courtyard, I've never seen the young master have an intimate relationship with any woman."
"Even you, sister, don't know how mysterious the woman in the painting is. Although I can't see her face, just looking at her back, she is definitely a beauty." The tall woman guessed excitedly.
"Stop guessing."
The round-faced woman was actually very curious.
This was the first time she had seen the young master show interest in a woman. She had seen him staring intently at the woman in the painting when she brought him food these past two days.
She didn't understand why there was only a blurry back but no face of the woman.
At this time, the person the two maids were talking about was sitting behind the desk, her eyes fixed on a place where there was only a painting hanging, with a woman's back in the painting.
His deep eyes were fixed on the painting, as if he wanted to peel off the layers of fog to pursue the woman, or as if he was recalling something.
Who are you?
Why did it appear in his chaotic memory?
For so many years, when he fell into a deep sleep, his memory was blank when he woke up, as if he had just slept. However, since when did he always feel that something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something.
He tried hard to pursue it, but the final result was still the same.
He thought it was just a temporary illusion, until one day when he woke from a deep sleep, a vague figure appeared in his mind. Looking at that figure, his heart tightened for no reason, and waves of throbbing began to form.
He was afraid of forgetting, so he drew her as soon as possible. But this time, after waking up, when he looked at her back, his heart ached.
This was the first time he had ever encountered such a strange emotion.
Before he knew it, he had walked up to the portrait, his slender fingers gently brushing across the figure's back.
"Who are you? Why do you appear in my memory?" A deep and mellow voice sounded softly, and a hint of confusion appeared on his stern face.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Young Master, Young Master Lei requests to see you." A handsome man dressed as a servant stood upright outside the door and spoke respectfully towards the people inside.
"Please ask him to come in."
"yes."
A quarter of an hour later, a handsome young man with elegant demeanor walked into the room holding a feather fan.
"I heard that you came out of seclusion, so I rushed here." Lei Yuting said while gently waving his feather fan.
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