"Did you see those wild ginsengs? I dug them up in the mountains with Lin Shao…" Shen Yijia paused and glanced at Song Jingchen, who was staring at her without saying anything.
Shen Yijia braced herself and continued to make up stories. "I thought they would be delicious."
"You don't have to explain. Let's talk about it when you want to." Song Jingchen interrupted her when he saw how uncomfortable she was.
He turned around and faced Shen Yijia with her back. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't disappointed. He should've known that it wasn't something she could talk about easily.
Shen Yijia was stunned for a moment. She scratched her head and realized that something was wrong.
"My- my hands." she thought.
She turned around and saw a strip of cloth placed at the side. The red color on it caught her attention.
"Did Song Jingchen see it?"
