"Re... really, you just want me to help you disguise yourself and go back, right? You... you mustn't go back on your word..."
Lower deck, level two—the bar's darkroom.
Before the dressing table, Shen Taoyuan wiped her tears, biting her lips, her expression showing a hint of fear, clearly still afraid of Ye Huan.
"Hurry up, if you don't move faster, the ship will dock soon." Ye Huan sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, his face dark as he urged.
"You... you first promise me that after I help you disguise yourself, you will spare me and... and forgive me for the mistakes I made before." Shen Taoyuan said timidly, looking pitifully forlorn.
Unlike before, this time she wasn't acting deliberately; she was truly scared, and her expression was a genuine reaction.
At the moment she uncovered Ye Huan's disguise, she was terrified.
