"Lord Ju—" Xing Yu looked at Ju Nanyi with suspicion. Why did everyone seem so strange today, was Lord Ju not feeling well?
Ju Nanyi's right hand clung tightly to the slanted tree trunk by the mountain path, the trunk almost bent by the man's weight, the blue veins on his hand starkly visible, his pale face suddenly turned to look at Xing Yu.
Xing Yu was holding a wild hare in her hand, having crossed the mountain path through a small trail, her feet still smeared with snow mixed into the damp earth—clearly, she had slipped out and wandered around the mountain for a good part of the morning.
Ju Nanyi opened his mouth and slowly shook his head. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially not her people. Even upon seeing Xing Yu, he felt as though he was being betrayed by her.
In his past life, had Xing Yu not done enough things behind his back for their lady? Those disreputable things he didn't even want to mention.
