"It was my fault. I didn't realize that the lord cared so much about you. The dew was indeed rather cold. It's nothing for me since I do heavy chores all the time, but I forgot your identity…"
Qian'er still remembered Feng Qingtian's glare from yesterday.
She was too familiar with that look, when a man's beloved woman was hurt, and Feng Qingtian had been ready to cut Qian'er into pieces.
She had seen the same look on her previous master's face, and had paid an enormous price for it.
She was really scared that Feng Qingtian would kick her out of the house.
Thus, she had come with her tea to acknowledge her mistake, in case Gu Bailu grew tired of her too and Qian'er lost her shelter.
"Don't bother about my identity. I rose up from the bottom too, and wouldn't be much better off than you without Feng Qingtian. Are you well? Do you need a check-up?"
