While walking toward Nùfàng Pavilion, Lei Ming worked up his brain to draw out the maid's face when he pulled her, but everything was so fast and his mind was focused on saving her from falling. The only thing he recollected was her height, long hair, her wringing hands, and the way she bowed.
It was stupidly low as if she was afraid of him. At most, the smell of bamboo was also there, but he brushed it off since they were in a hurry for his mother's visit.
"No wonder she bowed that low because she was avoiding me. Did she assume that I can recognize her and scold her? Hmm, that's news to me. I, for certain, doesn't even know what she looks like."
