After she had walked a dozen yards or so, a voice called from behind, "Wait."
A shiver ran through Milady. She was about to whip around, but then it hit her. 'So that's it... Luo Geng was watching to see if I was really going to leave. In that case, I absolutely cannot act like I was just waiting for him to call me back.'
Milady pretended not to hear and took a few more steps. Only when Luo Geng called out again did she turn around, feigning uncertainty.
"Cousin?"
"Come here," Luo Geng instructed. "It looks like Nanshan isn't going to make it. I'm asking you, are you willing to register for the competition in his place?"
In that instant, it was as if Milady had split in two.
One part of her was shocked, hesitant, making suggestions, offering polite refusals—saying everything she was supposed to say. The other part of her was somewhere far away, as if crying one moment and tilting her head back to laugh the next.
