Lu Tong was fishing through the mud in those few porcelain jars.
She fumbled in panic and haste, as if afraid that a moment later she wouldn't be able to retrieve it at all. She even tried to scoop up the spilled water, but the water slipped through her fingers, dripping into the bits of soil, indistinguishable from one jar to the next.
Blood flowed from the wound on her finger, but Lu Tong was completely unaware, forgetting even Pei Yunmeng beside her, as if in this whole world, only the matter before her was of any importance.
It was the first time Pei Yunmeng had seen her flustered.
Even when he pressed her hard at Wan'en Temple, when the night patrol raided the medical hall after the tribute case, or even earlier, when she was held hostage by bandits beneath Baoxiang Tower, on the brink of life and death, he had never seen her display such panic.
But now, she was scooping up those shattered pieces of earth, looking utterly distraught and flustered.
