Qu Tan'er was quietly waiting for him to speak of the so-called "important matter," yet he didn't come down. "What's the matter? Didn't you say you had something to discuss in private? How come now that nobody's around, you're not speaking?" She extended a delicate finger, teasing a small bee at play.
The little bee, however, buzzed around, hopping here and there.
Quite joyful, but it ceased instantly when Liu Qianshui's gaze swept over it, becoming as silent as if it had been struck by a chill.
"Master, are you perhaps worried about Young Master Liancheng's illness?"
"Is my expression really that obvious?" Qu Tan'er asked, her face a picture of confusion.
She indeed was worried...
At that moment, Liu Qianshui asked, "If his wounds were healed, would you then be free from distractions?"
"Uh..." She didn't fully understand, but she mumbled a vague agreement.
For her, everything about Mo Liancheng was her pursuit.
