It's over, it's over, how could he have heard?!
"I..." Luo Xiaoqian pinched the grass she had just plucked and stood up, "I was... joking with my mother-in-law."
Leng Zimo smiled, reached out to grab her wrist, and pulled her hand over. He discarded the grass in her hand and frowned at the green stains on her palm.
"Come with me!"
He pulled her along with large strides, continued down the stone-paved path, and led her to a stream hidden by green trees.
Luo Xiaoqian immediately shook off his hand and went to wash her hands by herself.
Watching her crouch by the stream to wash her hands, Leng Zimo's gaze casually swept around, noticing a familiar figure on the distant stone steps. He frowned slightly.
"What are you looking at?"
Luo Xiaoqian shook the water off her hands and walked back to his side, curiously following his gaze.
"Let's go the other way."
