"I understand, and… I'm sorry."
Fu Sheng didn't respond.
He simply turned and walked toward the wagon, his steps steady, yet there was something in the stiffness of his back that made it clear he was still displeased, and I followed quietly behind him, my earlier boldness gone as my eyes drifted upward almost against my will.
Honestly…
How was it fair for someone to look that good from behind?
His shoulders were broad, his posture straight, and the faint movement of his muscles beneath his robe as he walked made my thoughts wander far from anything remotely serious.
Tsk.
This man was truly dangerous.
By the time we reached the wagon, Fu Sheng finally spoke, his voice calm but still carrying that faint trace of restraint.
"I already bought some things," he said. "Check and see if they're enough."
I blinked slightly, then stepped closer.
Without hesitation, I lifted the cloth covering the bundles and began looking through them, my curiosity rising instantly.
