"Master, what's wrong?" Shui han gripped Ling Chuxi's clothes tightly, his delicate face full of uneasiness. The unstable days he had lived in the past had caused him to be exceptionally sensitive. He keenly felt that something was wrong with his master. This made him very uneasy.
"I'm fine. Don't worry. " Ling Chuxi looked at Shui Han's nervous expression and her heart ached, but she forced a smile.
Shui han did not say another word. He only clutched Ling Chuxi's clothes tightly and lowered his head, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
