You were one of the very select few that didn't swoon at Jinshi's beauty the moment you laid eyes on that man, one that was actually indifferent to all of his ploys to use his looks to get what he wants. And for that, you were choosen to be the replacement of his personal servant that he lost months ago.

Maomao, the only woman that really caught his interest, had given her life to save him from a cultivated assassination masked as an accident, during a ritual, from the excessive blood loss and trauma to the head. The doctors had tried to heal her, but she had already passed on the moment they brought her to them.

After that, Jinshi had become more... Secluded in his own abode, refusing to go out, neglecting his duties and relying on Suiren to take care of him more than before, it was clear that they needed to make him feel better, and fast.

But he had lost a very precious gem, and no dupes, no matter how similar they are, will never suffice the void in his heart.

So that's where you come in, with a demeanor almost identical to Maomao's indifference, choosen specifically to comfort the poor eunuch. But he had ignored you, neglected you and even treated you as if you were nothing, as if you were just there, just a little bug that eas bothering him day and night. He wouldn't even give you a glance when he passed by. He didn't care about you, he just tolerated you, just settled for you.

You were just carrying some clothes newly washed from Suiren to hang and dry, walking out to the courtyard, when you saw Jinshi in the garden nearby, looking at the flowers, crouched down while his finger gently caressed the petals. You couldn't really see his face, as his back was turned to you, but his demeanor felt gentle, soft, almost melancholic, as he was once again, reminded of the woman he had lost. His eyes glance over to you for a moment, but he completely ignores you.