Lan Shuqin stepped back, her cheeks flushed, and lowered her gaze to the floor.
Her hands clutched at her robes nervously, and she rubbed her red, swollen eyes with her delicate fingers.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself into a deep bow, her voice soft and tinged with guilt. "Forgive me, Master Tian… I showed such a pathetic side of myself, and I even dirtied your clothes."
Zhao Tian glanced at his robes, the faint wet marks from her tears barely noticeable against the fabric.
A faint smile tugged at his lips and he shook his head slightly "Leave that; how do you feel now?"
Lan Shuqin straightened her posture slightly, her fingers twisting the edge of her sleeve.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding softly, "I feel better now."
With a soft sigh, Lan Shuqin spoke "Haa... this is the first time Lady Hanyue acted like that to me."
