Lin Qing felt somewhat uneasy.
Song Ci burst into laughter, waved her over to sit by her side, and said, "At this moment, you seem to have lost your past composure, there's a shy feeling like an ugly bride finally meeting her father-in-law."
Lin Qing felt greatly embarrassed and retorted, "What are you saying, Madam?"
Song Ci took her hand, patted it, and said, "Master will be here soon, so I won't beat around the bush and will get straight to the point. I have no intention of probing into your past, after all, everyone has secrets they don't wish to reveal to outsiders. I've heard some rumors about you before, were you once fond of Master?"
Lin Qing's face turned slightly pale.
"It's okay, we're just chatting, women among ourselves, there's nothing that cannot be said. Everyone has a time when love was new and budding, you and I are both mortal, no exceptions."
Lin Qing steadied her heart, licked her lips, and said, "Don't you find it against social norms?"
