Jun Moling's hand on the oar suddenly paused, his body stiffened instantly. He turned his head to look at Shen Ruoxi, his gaze gentle yet tinged with a hint of jest. "Probing too deeply and exposing others' scars can put people in an awkward position; it's not advisable, you know?"
Shen Ruoxi also found it strange. Why is it that the much-respected Prince Zhan, the commander of the fearsome Dayi military camp, did not intimidate her at all when she faced him?
Moreover, looking back, except for that one time he forcefully brought her back to the capital, no matter how she lost her composure or acted willfully, he never showed her a trace of a cold face.
"So, tell me, were you thinking about your parents?" Shen Ruoxi blinked her eyes, which were red as if washed by clear water, and continued to ask.
