"Strange, how so?" Xiqiu's face showed confusion.
Chunliu thought for a moment, recalling Xu Tianqing's bruised appearance and the way the veins stood out on the back of his hand. "I can't quite put it into words. He just seems odd, like someone who has been strangled and held their breath for a long time." She realized this comparison wasn't quite appropriate, but the young master looked unsettling, as if he were about to burst.
Xiqiu didn't quite understand, and frowned, saying, "Let's wait for Sister Jingliu to arrive before discussing it." Chunliu nodded in agreement and quickly lifted her skirt as she ran out.
