C11 Gone Without a Trace

Xia Yihan cried for a while, put down everything in her hands, went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water to wash away all her tears.

"Han Han, don't cry. I'm by your side." She seemed to have heard Mo Xiaojun's voice. It was very far away, but it also seemed like it was right in front of her.

Ever since he was young, he had always coaxed her like this. He would also help her wipe her tears away, gently patting her back to comfort her.

She looked in the mirror, curled her lips, and said, "Xiaojun, I won't cry. Don't worry, Han Han Han won't cry in the future."

Thinking about Mo Xiaojun, it seemed that the grievance and tiredness had all disappeared.

Returning to the main hall, she sat on the floor and continued to sew up the first skirt. It was already dawn when she finished.

When Ye Zimo passed through the hall after getting up, he saw Xia Yihan asleep while leaning against the wall with a rag in her hand.

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face. In his dream, she was frowning deeply, as if she was having a restless sleep. He crouched down and quietly picked up the skirt that she had mended and carefully observed the needle and thread. He was really diligent. If one did not look at it carefully, they would not be able to see any traces of mending.

She was afraid of being punished by the steward, so she had to be this serious?

He didn't know why, but he picked up the dress and got up and went back into the bedroom and hung it in the closet in his bedroom.

When Xia Yihan woke up, Ye Zimo had already gone to the gym.

She wanted to wear the dress she'd sewn, but all she saw was a pile of rags beside her hand, and the perfect dress was gone.

When the housekeeper sent for her to work at the gym, she had to tell them to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.

When the butler saw Xia Yihan, his eyes flashed with displeasure. He finally understood that the person sewing the clothes was definitely Xia Yihan.

Prince rarely got angry with him when she didn't come in. Since she came, he had been cursed several times a day by bad luck.

He was really trying his best to get her out, but she wasn't afraid of hardship or tiredness, and no trick was of any use to her.

Prince seemed to hate her on the surface, but he seemed to care about her occasionally, so he didn't dare to use too much force.

Ye Zimo ran. After doing more than an hour of exercise, he used Faang Leena's towel to wipe his sweat. From beginning to end, he never looked at Xia Yihan's direction.

Xia Yihan lowered her head respectfully, thinking about her missing dress.

After breakfast, Ye Zimo went out. The butler took Xia Yihan aside and told her with a darkened face: "Today, the tailor will make you two sets of new uniforms. You can wear your own clothes and return them to the others as soon as possible! I'll give you ten minutes to come back here! "

"Thank you! "Many thanks!" Xia Yihan thanked him profusely. She was flattered by this sudden tolerance.

The butler gave her an impatient look and walked away.

Xia Yihan hurried back to her room, slipped back into her white dress, and walked back.

As he was walking, he saw Zheng Hao walking towards him.

The answer to her unanswered question seemed to be: He was the housekeeper's nephew, and he was the only one who could shake the housekeeper's decision.

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao happily called her name. Xia Yihan's face was also full of smiles. She sincerely said to him: "Thank you so much. Thank you for pleading with your uncle for me!"