"It's all my fault."
Fang Qingzhu choked and said.
Her gaze towards Chen Ping was full of guilt.
This girl was naturally ethereal and distant, with an aura that made one feel she could only be admired from afar but not approached.
However, Chen Ping had known her for a long time and had often seen her wolf down food without caring about her image, which made him feel a sense of closeness and not perceive her as aloof.
Looking at her now, he saw that her face no longer bore any ethereal aura, instead the delicate face was full of anxiety.
Her eyes slightly darted away, as if feeling ashamed to be seen by Chen Ping.
Fang Qingzhu was from the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest, a place although sparsely populated, was not isolated from news.
The South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest held a high status, always having someone to bring significant news to the island.
Either out of inquiry or currying favor from some higher-ups…
