At the sound of his voice, Zhi Wan tilted her head up to look at the man before her.
He wasn't in his official robes today, but a set of dark green casual attire. His posture was as tall and straight as a pine, with a matching belt cinching his taut waist. The slightly lifted hem of his robe revealed long, straight legs. When he looked down at her, there was not a hint of a smile in his eyes.
His entire demeanor was icy, with only the tiny beauty mark at the corner of his left eye showing any sign of life.
Zhi Wan was clearly afraid of him, but at this moment, hearing his words of concern—devoid as they were of warmth—her tears began to fall against her will.
She hastily lowered her head. "I-I'm fine." Though she tried her best to control herself, a sob in her voice gave her away.
Lu Zhan's handsome brows furrowed.
'But she's still young,' he thought. 'It's only natural for her to break down after a scare like that.'
