"Chiaki," Lance Hua's voice called out to her from the second storey. She was leaning on the balcony, eyes sweeping at the mountainous landscape.
When Chiaki looked over her shoulder, the lord walked towards her, bringing an extra fur coat.
She immediately blushed, the pink spreading from the base of her neck to her face, leaving a pitiful impression on anyone who looked at her.
As her scars had faded significantly, thanks to Azure's ingenious contraption, she only wore that mask when she was out in the sun. When she inside the compound of the mansion, she didn't need to wear that. Some servants had already seen her, but nobody dared to approach her and ask, probably they were still afraid for their lives.
"It's cold here. Why don't you wear more layers?"
Chiaki tugged her chin down. She wanted to say it, but she hesitated.
"Are you ill?" Lance Hua's hand patted her forehead.
