This time, Luo Shuqing didn't fidget with the hem of her skirt. Instead, she grabbed onto Fang Shuwen's sleeve.
Fang Shuwen glanced down at where she was clutching his sleeve and furrowed his brow slightly.
'Yu Yaoguang bought this outfit specially for me... She has a fondness for moon-white, so all the clothes she gets me are in similar colors. And who knows if this girl's hands are even clean? If she keeps grabbing it like that, she's going to leave smudges all over it.'
Still, after a moment's thought, he gently patted her wrist to calm her down.
"They're just baseless rumors. They aren't necessarily true."
Fang Shuwen offered her a word of comfort, then turned to Suhe Zhen.
"Pavilion Master Suhe, do you happen to know how Pavilion Master Luo is faring?"
Suhe Zhen shook his head.
"I do not know the specifics, but I imagine nothing too terrible has befallen him. In two months, Qingxiao Pavilion will be holding its succession ceremony.
