Third Master Lu tried to leave again.
Wu Yaqing reached out to stop him, but this time Third Master Lu was prepared. He caught Wu Yaqing's wrist, firmly stating, "Not a second time."
Standing over the seated Wu Yaqing, Third Master Lu was surprised to see her eyes well up with tears.
Not understanding why, but feeling a softening in his heart, he said, "You…"
Wu Yaqing, looking at her wrist, said softly, "It hurts…"
Third Master Lu quickly let go, showing a hint of apology.
Wu Yaqing's delicate wrist now bore four purple finger marks, "Were you planning to crush my wrist?" Her tears fell, making her look pitiful.
Third Master Lu's guilt intensified, realizing he had hurt her more than he intended, "I'm sorry."
Wu Yaqing didn't respond, her wrist genuinely aching. She didn't want to talk to him.
Third Master Lu sat down, hesitating before pulling out a small bottle of medicine, "I'll apply some for you?"