And yet a greater commotion arose from the person who stumbled out of the corridor, clutching at the wall..
An elegantly dressed, slender woman in a formal dress emerged, her long hair slightly disheveled, as she clumsily rushed out, even knocking over a servant.
Upon lifting her head, everyone saw her face.
It was a face neither plain nor heavily made-up, now ashen with fear, her lower lip bitten to blood, looking panic-stricken and at a loss.. or rather, desperately scanning the people inside the hall..
However, this urgency faded abruptly upon locking eyes with one person.. It was an unspeakable embarrassment and shame.
"It's Pu Qinghan.."
"She's here too.. haha,"
"What's happened to her? She looks as if.."
The distinguished guests didn't lack imagination, nor sharp insight, and they quickly guessed what might have happened, their expressions and gazes shifting in various ways, yet scarcely any approached to ask outright..
There was not enough time.
