"Mrs. Xiang, what's wrong with you? Have you just been crying?"
The young girl said this, and Xiang Yimo's aged gaze turned to her as well.
When his eyes settled on Zhong Lingling's swollen, red eyes, Xiang Yimo furrowed his brows and gestured for Zhong Lingling to come over.
Zhong Lingling glanced at the young girl, recalling how they were embracing each other that afternoon, and her heart was once again in turmoil.
The whole way back to Jingxiang Pavilion, she was convincing herself not to add to Xiang Yimo's troubles at this moment. She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but her heart was uncontrollably aching.
"You guys chat, I'll head out first. Call me if you need anything!"
The young girl said as she left with a bowl.
Zhong Lingling continued to stand where she was, looking at Xiang Yimo with a doubtful gaze.
Xiang Yimo was confused and could only gesture to Zhong Lingling again.
"Come here!"
"I don't want to!"
"What's wrong? Who upset my young lady?"
