She was not the type to meddle in others' affairs.
The spring night was chilly, and the moonlight timid. A gust of evening wind blew in from outside the window, casting a faint coldness over the figures enveloped in lamplight.
Lu Tong tightened her clothes and after a long while, she finally spoke, "Meal money."
"Meal money?"
Lu Tong nodded, looking straight into the other person's eyes, "When I first entered the Medical Officer Institute, I ate Lord Pei's lotus seed paste pastry, and Lord Pei did not take silver."
"Then consider it payment for the meal."
She said it earnestly, as if discussing a business transaction worth millions of silver, which caused Pei Yunmeng to be slightly stunned.
That night, not long after Lu Tong had been assigned to the Southern Pharmacy, she found the small kitchen cold and empty and happened to bump into Pei Yunmeng passing by.
She ate Pei Yunmeng's lotus seed paste pastry, but Pei Yunmeng did not take her silver and just left like that.
