Bai Ruozhu felt a dull ache in her heart, partly from feeling sorry that Achun was blaming himself, and partly from her own man's indifferent attitude, which made her very disappointed.
But what right did she have to blame him? She should have thought of his situation.
"Achun, I was wrong." Bai Ruozhu pouted, her eyes reddening.
"I'm fine, you go ahead and do your work." Jiang Yichun's attitude was mild, not exactly cold, but very indifferent; it was obvious he was angry.
He wasn't upset about her asking him to call his father in the rain for help; saving the second prince wasn't solely Bai Ruozhu's responsibility. He was just upset that she would strip another man's clothes.
Bai Ruozhu stood there rigidly, cautiously looking at him, feeling very guilty and not daring to look at him boldly. She inched closer to him like a timid wife. If Jiang Yichun wasn't so angry, he would have laughed by now.
