"Sir..."
"I've grown a bit tired of that title," Feng Dingchu, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at her.
That one glance, for some reason, gave Chu Qianli the impression that he felt very lost inside.
Of course, the sir's bad mood had nothing to do with her.
It seemed he always harbored a lot of sorrow in his heart, but his face often carried a touch of a smile.
This gentle and graceful man, what kind of hurt had he endured to become like this?
"Achu," she called out.
Feng Dingchu was taken aback, somewhat bemused.
From sir to Achu, wasn't that quite a leap?
"I am your elder..."
"An elder who doesn't act his age, showing none of the appropriate dignity."
Chu Qianli caught up with him and stuffed a small bottle into his hand, "This medicine won't cure your rhinitis, but if your nose is blocked, spraying it will clear it up."
