"Lord Parkinson?"
Nalan Qing called out softly.
The crowd fell into a dead silence. It was as if a fierce flame had been doused with cold water in an instant.
Everyone was watching Parkinson, or more precisely, watching Parkinson hold onto Su Chen's hand.
Hand-holding was a very ordinary action, yet when Parkinson did it, it was anything but ordinary! Ask yourself, apart from his closest family, which outsider has ever been granted this gesture by him? None, not even his most esteemed disciple, Dog, had ever received it!
Dog doubted his own eyes. Was this still the teacher who always maintained a faint sense of distance, even in moments of joy? He was actually holding hands with a stranger boy?
"Teacher, you..."
