When Zhi Wan realized it was Lu Zhan, a wave of panic washed over her. Her heart sank even further when she saw the sticky sugar stain she had left on his robes.
"I'm sorry, Cousin…"
Overcome with shame, she took out her handkerchief, wanting to wipe it for him. But propriety between men and women held her back, and she didn't dare. She just stood there, completely at a loss.
Lu Zhan's lips pressed into a thin line, a clear sign of his displeasure. But looking at the flustered young woman, he finally just said coolly, "Forget it. It's nothing. You didn't do it on purpose."
Zhi Wan was mortified. Clutching the sugar painting, she said, "Then… Cousin, when you change out of your robes, I'll have someone wash them for you."
'She had to be thankful he wasn't wearing his official robes today. That would have been a real problem.'
