Lu Hechen's eyes were still as deep, "I'm not angry, just feeling a bit down."
"Down?"
"Yes, I feel pretty useless," he said, getting up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Weilan was a bit nervous.
"To smoke a cigarette."
Weilan paused, feeling somewhat guilty. Was it because of her that he was agitated?
Weilan took a careful look at Lu Hechen and still felt that he must have seen through some things. It's just that he had spared her feelings by not pressing further.
She hesitated, the instructions of her master echoing in her mind, "Weilan, you are the heir to 'Jiangnan's Finest Embroidery.' Until you learn to protect yourself, when you don't have the ability to protect yourself, never reveal your identity. 'Jiangnan's Finest Embroidery' needs you to carry it forward. Remember this well."
Those words were still ringing in her ears.
Yet, sensing Lu Hechen's obvious disappointment, she knew it was because of her.
