Qiao Yan was back. A gleam entered my eyes. This was it. The day I’d been waiting for had finally come. Outside, Qiao Yan was still oblivious. “Is he back yet?” she asked the maid. The maid knew, of course. She stammered, terrified, “Y-yes, Ma’am. He’s… he’s back.” Qiao Yan seemed to be in a good mood, likely picturing me being tormented by those dozen beggars. Her hand closed around the doorknob,