377 An Attempt of the Artist to Logically Work Through Things

When Yujia had parted from Zixu, she wandered down the streets, now mostly empty. 

She found herself walking until she ended up at the Bo Villa. She told herself that she wasn't going there. Bo Zhizhong had ended their friendship. He had cut her away, as if their relationship was nothing. As if she was nothing.

Yet still, she ended up where she was now, hesitantly standing in front of the tall, looming doors of the Bo Villa. 

She had inadvertently thought of him when Zixu brought up Three Inks Shop in their conversation before. She didn't want to think of him. But Yujia felt like she couldn't get over it, the fact that Bo Zhizhong would be cold enough to end all of their friendship like that. She still wanted to talk to him, at the very least, even for one last time, if that was what it was. 

A tentative knock on the Bo Villa's front door was met by a servant peering out.