Xu Shulou was so upset that he cried.
Lu Jingzhi saw it with her own eyes.
Hearing her swear so solemnly, Yan Qingzhui rubbed his forehead, "Let me tidy up my clothes and I'll go see him— Xu Shulou isn't the kind of person who likes to cry."
"That's not true. I saw him shedding tears half a month ago, well, to be precise, almost shedding tears." She was referring to the day she saw Bai Rong.
She reflected on herself, scratched her head, and with a guilty look in her eyes, "Did I go too far? I made him cry—I didn't mean to, I just wanted to tease him."
Yan Qingzhui looked at the suddenly well-behaved girl and couldn't help but pat her head gently and quickly, "It's not your fault. I think I probably know why he's upset. The hot weather makes it easy for bad moods to accumulate and turn into illness. I'll go check on him, and you shouldn't be unhappy, alright?"
