Yin Shuyao's words drilled into her ears once again, echoing in her mind, over and over, stimulating every nerve, leaving her unsure of how to face Fu Jichen's face.
Fu Jichen, sharp as ever, noticed Shen Jianian's unease almost immediately, stopped in his tracks and softly asked her, "Are you too tired?"
"I'm fine, not very tired."
Shen Jianian held her skirt up with one hand, taking slow steps; it was fine walking on flat ground in high heels, but on grass, it was a bit difficult.
Fu Jichen thought she was just being stubborn, tightened his hold around her waist, drawing her into his embrace for support, and gently guided her through the crowd.
The toasting part was canceled, yet Shen Jianian still held a glass of light champagne, following Fu Jichen, expressing thanks to several elders of the Fu Family.
