Hua Zuixian, who was sipping wine from his gourd, noticed Dream Butterfly sigh.
"Why so glum?" Hua Zuixian asked. His voice sounded like an old uncle speaking to his niece.
"Huh?" Dream Butterfly was startled. This was the first time a guest had spoken to her in such a tone.
It was not that no one had ever asked about her well-being, but those voices always carried the intention of courting her, treating her concern as part of a pursuit. Hua Zuixian's voice, however, was calm and friendly, without any hidden motive.
"Err…" Dream Butterfly hesitated. She did not know how to answer.
It was not that she lacked an answer, but as a courtesan whose duty was to entertain guests, she was expected to fulfill their wishes. Beyond providing music and conversation, and sometimes the enjoyment of the flesh, she was not supposed to express her own desires.
