Shi Guang stood there watching Rong Mo and Shang Mo leave.
Qian Xun, who had just knocked off, caught sight of Shi Guang doing so. In a contemplative manner, she looked at the departing back view of Rong Mo, then at the rooted Shi Guang.
Did this lass really have a thing for that boy?
She walked over without making a single sound—wearing the cotton shoes of the period costume, her footsteps were really light. When she patted Shi Guang on the shoulders, the latter jumped in fright. "AH!"
Glaring at Qian Xun in her shock, Shi Guang complained, "Don't you know that you can scare someone to death!"
Qian Xun rubbed at her chin with her right hand and looked at the other. "But, I also heard that only those with a guilty conscience will be scared." She leaned forward so close to the other that their cheeks were almost sticking together. "So, what kind of bad stuff have you been doing to have you feeling so guilty?"