Su Luo's mind unbidden conjured up the scene from the day of the funeral.
The man, clad in plain white, pointed his longsword at her and said, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, "Remove your veil!"
At this memory, Su Luo subconsciously clutched the tie of her veil behind her ear.
This subtle movement did not escape Prince Aisi's notice, and he asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
The once bright and sparkling light in Su Luo's eyes faded, and she shook her head.
Prince Aisi said, "The veil is a bit thick, and the weather is so hot, isn't it stuffy? But the physician did say that the rash on your face should not be exposed to the wind, so you'll have to bear with it!"
Su Luo nodded obediently and said, "I know!"
Although her taut smile could not be seen, Prince Aisi could tell from her eyes that her good mood had vanished.
Was it just because he did not want her to get involved with Jiang Shu's commotion?
