"Is it true that whenever Your Majesty has a little quarrel with me, you look for someone else to accompany you?" Ye Zao turned to look at the Fourth Master.
The Fourth Master met her eyes, and indeed felt a sense of having wronged her.
Though to be honest, it didn't matter whom he called to serve him. But meeting her gaze, he felt uneasy.
"I was wrong, and it won't happen again. Don't be angry. Have you not been sleeping well these days? Your face looks more pointed," the Fourth Master said with concern.
"Then Your Majesty must have seen it wrong. Though I was angry these past few days, my eating, drinking, and sleeping have all been fine," Ye Zao huffed.
The Fourth Master suddenly pulled her up and hugged her.
Then he sighed, "Nonsense."
"I can tell you've lost weight. I miss you dearly, don't be upset, let me hold you for a while," the Fourth Master prefaced, fearing she would struggle.
