He also seemed very surprised, widening his dark eyes and looking at her somewhat at a loss.
Why was Young Master here? She had taken the path to avoid idle gossip; was he doing the same?
Oh no--she was not prepared at all to say anything to him; she had just wanted to see him.
Wasn't he going to say something? In the past, when the two of them were together, he was always the one in charge of chattering. Suddenly growing this quiet, what should she start saying to him?
"Is... Miss Liu alright?" Was something wrong with her brain? Her first opening words actually asked about the thorn in her heart.
"She is fine." A normal reply, flat sentences.
"Then, what about you?" She asked carefully, "...You aren't running a fever anymore, are you? Has the fever broken?"
"I am fine as well. Thank you for your concern, Lord Zhu."
Was he fine like this? She felt he was not fine at all. The unfamiliar tone, the polite phrasing, the distance he had drawn--all of it told her that they were very estranged.
"Lord Zhu, I still have miscellaneous duties in my manor, I will take my leave first. Please." Li Chenjing bowed to her with cupped hands, brushed past her side, and was about to leave.
His wide sleeve was grabbed by a hand. With her back to him, she suddenly grew stubborn, refusing to let him leave so easily.
"Lord Zhu, please let go."
"..." He would never call her Lord Zhu, and even less would he say the words "let go" to her.
Yet he was gone. Standing before her was not him.
"Lord Zhu, let go."
Was it really not him? Clearly they looked the same! Clearly they were the exact same person! Why