C280 Self-inflicted humiliation

Sighing, she stood up and pointed to a room upstairs with closed windows. "He's over there."

Then, he turned around and left, sitting at a tea table in the distance.

On the coffee table was a bamboo basket with a line and an unfinished silk handkerchief.

Mrs. Lu picked it up and felt the needle in his hair. He squinted his eyes and carefully embroidered the needle