Kim Yu-ryo left the island the second month after receiving the telegram.

He left in a hurry, she had only gone out to buy something, and when he came back he was gone, and the butler said that he had received another urgent telegram urging him to go home, so he did not have time to wait for her to return. Cuihua nodded obediently, a little disappointed in her heart, yesterday he said that he wanted to eat the dishes she cooked, so she went to buy spices.

Cuihua put the spices in the kitchen, put them away properly, and waited for Jin Yuliu to come back.

However, week after week has passed, Jin Yuliu has never heard from him, not even a letter.

Cuihua waited and waited, but she didn't expect that one day she would wait for Miss Wang.

Miss Wang still looked arrogant, wearing a white dress, a wide soft-brimmed hat, satin high heels, and a pair of pretentious white silk gloves arrogantly patrolling the Jin Mansion, criticizing from time to time.

"The pattern on this floor is cheesy."

"The color of the window in these four seasons is really not particular."

"Why are the curtains so heavy, they don't match the scenery outside at all, it's good to use yarn."

The housekeeper followed behind her, and Cuihua stood in the flower garden, biting her lip and looking at her from afar, why did she criticize this house? This is all Jin Yuliu's hard work.

Miss Wang finally finished visiting the Golden Mansion, and before leaving, she paced to the flower garden, glanced at the tulips, and praised the cuihua arrogantly: "Your ability to grow tulips is still so good, and you are not a useless person." ”

After saying this, she walked away, leaving Cuihua standing in the flower garden at a loss.

It wasn't until the evening that Cuihua understood what Miss Wang's visit meant.

The power went out at night, and she was looking for candles, but she rummaged through the cabinets and found something.

It was a letter, from distant China, the handwriting was familiar, and she would not admit it until she died, it was the owner of this handwriting who held her hand and taught her to write Chinese, writing her name word by word, Cuihua Cuihua, writing her name tens of thousands of times.

She hurriedly read it like a thief, and her face turned pale after reading it.

It was a very short letter, only a few hundred words throughout, but it made things very clear. In the letter, Jin Yuliu told the housekeeper that he was very pleasing to his father, but the only thing was that there was a brother who was equal to him, but the other party had a rich girlfriend, so his father was very hesitant. He saw that his father wanted to get involved in the Nanyang business, and wondered if he could borrow Miss Wang to increase his bargaining chips.

At the end of the letter, he said, I really don't want to do this, but I can't bear to see my mother's tears in her eyes, I am deeply disappointed in her expectations, and I throw her dowry in the South Seas, this is my only chance.

He also said that he was just sorry for Cuihua.

Cuihua crouched in the darkness and held the letter, her teeth chattering.

Half a day, she stood up, floated back to the room like a ghost, pulled out her rattan box from under the bed and opened it, and opened the wardrobe again.

I looked and looked, but there was nothing to take away.

yes, what belongs to her? Every piece of clothing was purchased for her by Jin Yuliu, and she had no long things.

Jin Yuliu gave her a sweet dream, now, it's time to wake up, she can't help him achieve a great future, so don't drag him down, don't make him embarrassed.

She picked up the empty rattan box and turned to go downstairs.