章節 1864: Heart Ache

Yan Qing looked up and could only see that brilliant color—which was like a butterfly—rapidly disappearing into the courtyard.

Did I… anger her and chase her away? Yan Qing knitted his brows and reproached himself. No matter what, it isn't good to misunderstand a young lady like this. It seems like I can only find an opportunity to apologize to her later.

…

Xiao Ba hurriedly returned to her own room.

She fell head-first onto her soft bed and prepared to sleep, but the moment she closed her eyes, the previous scene kept replaying in her mind.

"Okay."

"… I was indeed worried that Miss Xiao Ba was taken advantage of."

"…"

Yan Qing had always been a man of few words. Normally, even after she teased him on purpose repeatedly, she would rarely receive his reply. In most circumstances, he always replied with silence or chased her away with a few words.