Su Qiao was usually carefree, but even she felt that explaining this would be hard to make anyone believe.
After gritting her teeth, she decided to carry him back anyway.
That would still be much easier than explaining.
"Not leaving?"
Just as Su Qiao was about to retrace her steps, a voice reached her ears at an unhurried pace.
She quickly turned her head and looked toward the source of the voice.
Behind a chestnut tree stood three figures, quietly watching.
All three were dressed in ordinary clothes. Yuan Wu and Yuan Liu in the back wore black, while the man in front wore a sea-blue, wide-sleeved long robe with a crossed collar.
It added a few touches of refined elegance to him, making him look less effeminate.
"Not leaving?"
Seeing Su Qiao standing there in a daze, Feng Han walked slowly closer with his hands behind his back, crushing the fallen leaves beneath his feet.
Unlike the confusion and wariness on Yuan Wu and Yuan Liu's faces, his expression was calm, as if he was not curious in the slightest.
His gaze swept lightly over Su Qiao's well-fitting lavender clothes. "Or are you getting ready to head back?"
"Why are you here?"
After asking, Su Qiao felt that something was off and changed her question. "Why are you following me?"
Don't tell me they just happened to run into each other.
Feng Han's gaze passed over the person on her shoulder. "I saw you from a distance when I was returning from town, so I followed you to take a look."
Yuan Liu's eyes shifted. He walked forward and pointed at the person on her shoulder with a grin. "Miss Su, forgive me for asking, but what are you doing...?"
Su Qiao replied expressionlessly, "Nothing much. He's too timid,