Xia Yihan cried for a while, then put down everything in her hands and went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water, washing away all her tears. 'Hanhan, don't cry, I'm by your side,' she seemed to hear Mo Xiaojun's voice, very distant, yet seemingly right in front of her. Throughout her childhood and adolescence, he would always soothe her like this, wiping away her tears and gently patting her back to comfort her. Facing the mirror, she curled up the corners of her mouth and said softly, 'Xiaojun, I won't cry, don't worry, Hanhan will not cry anymore.' Thinking of Mo Xiaojun, it was as if all the grievances and exhaustion had vanished. Returning to the hall, she sat on the floor and continued to mend the first dress until dawn broke. When Ye Zimo got up and passed through the hall, he saw Xia Yihan clutching the scraps of the second dress, asleep against the wall. He stopped in his tracks, gazing at her sleeping face, her eyebrows tightly knitted in her dreams, as if she wasn't resting peacefully.

He squatted down and quietly picked up the dress she had mended from the floor, examining the stitches closely. It was indeed done with care; many parts could not be identified as having been patched without careful inspection. Was she afraid of being reprimanded by the butler, which made her so meticulous? He didn't know what prompted him, but he stood up with the dress and returned to the bedroom, hanging it in the wardrobe of his room. By the time Xia Yihan woke up, Ye Zimo had already gone to the gym. She intended to wear the dress she had mended, only to find a pile of scraps beside her hand; the intact dress had vanished. As she wanted to continue searching, the butler sent someone to call her to work at the gym, so she had no choice but to tell the person that she would go to the restroom first, then hid the scraps again. Upon seeing Xia Yihan, a look of displeasure flashed in the butler's eyes. He had figured out that the person who mended the clothes must be Xia Yihan. Before she entered the door, the Crown Prince rarely lost his temper with him.

Ever since she arrived, he had been plagued with misfortune, getting scolded several times a day. He was truly determined to drive her away, but she was neither afraid of hardship nor fatigue, and no tactics seemed to work on her. The Crown Prince appeared to dislike her on the surface, yet occasionally seemed to care about her presence, making him hesitant to be too harsh. After running, doing chest expansions, and push-ups for over an hour, Ye Zimo wiped his sweat with a towel that still belonged to Fang Lina, never once glancing towards Xia Yihan. Xia Yihan obediently kept her head down, her mind still preoccupied with the dress that had gone missing. After breakfast, Ye Zimo left the house, and the butler called Xia Yihan aside alone, saying with a stern face, "Today the tailor will make you two new uniforms. Before the uniforms are ready, you may wear your own clothes. Hurry up and return someone else's! You have ten minutes to get back here!" "Thank you! Thank you so much!" Xia Yihan thanked him repeatedly, feeling almost overwhelmed by this sudden generosity. The butler glanced at her impatiently and walked away. Xia Yihan hurried back to her room, quickly changing back into her white long dress, and then headed back. As she walked, she saw Zheng Hao approaching. The answer to the puzzle that had been troubling her seemed to have been found; he was the butler's nephew, and only he could sway the butler's decision. "Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao called out her name cheerfully, and Xia Yihan, with a beaming smile, sincerely said to him, "Thank you so much, thank you for pleading with your uncle on my behalf!"