Lu Tong felt the same way.
When she looked at her again, there was a touch more of sympathy in her eyes.
Lu Tong noticed that expression.
Her hand tightened around the teacup as she lowered her head and took a sip of the tea in her hand.
The tea was medicinal, fragrant and bitter, its strong medicinal smell causing one to frown.
Perhaps it was because she had been drinking too much Sweet Syrup lately, she was not quite accustomed to such a bitter taste. Oddly enough, she suddenly missed the cold White Lotus Dew that Pei Yunmeng had handed her outside the window on a windy summer night.
It was sweeter than this.
As she drank her tea, her rolled-up sleeve fluttered, revealing a faint red mark on her elbow.
Ji Xun's gaze paused.
After a moment, he frowned and said, "Why hasn't your wound healed yet?"
Lu Tong was startled.
