"I'm sorry." She said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me… Old unpleasant memories still seem to affect me."
"Never apologize to me. It is my duty and my privilege to care for you, especially when you are so clearly distressed." Zhu Qingyue responded, his voice deep and full of tenderness. Her head rested on his broad shoulder as she was enveloped by his soothing warmth. She was glad he had the tact not to ask her what was on her mind.
She didn't notice the way his bright irises darkened into a deep violet shade, eyes glinting with bloodthirst.
Once Li Meirong managed to calm down, she separated herself from Zhu Qingyue, putting some distance between them by sitting on the other side of the bed. The recollection of her previous, intimate actions suddenly made her feel shy and she was now anxious to manage to talk with Shu Qianqian before the rumours circulating about her had a chance to worsen.
