Zhi Wan froze, clenching her fists. She didn't dare look up. All she could see was the corner of a man's dark blue robe and a pair of black boots.
It was her cousin, Lu Zhan.
Recalling their trysts in the dream and her own bold, absurd actions, her face flushed hot. Mortified, she wished the ground would swallow her whole and quickly lowered her head.
She simply couldn't bring herself to face her cousin.
She was so full of regret and embarrassment that she wished she could just vanish on the spot.
Watching the girl with her head bowed, Lu Zhan had a pretty good idea of how she was feeling.
His thin lips tightened. The displeasure he'd felt seeing her whispering with Chen Junyu was now replaced by a different kind of exasperation. He softened his voice and asked, "Are you feeling unwell, Cousin?"
Zhi Wan jolted and snapped back to reality, stammering, "No! Thank you... Cousin."
"Ah Zhan, what are you doing here?" Seeing her son, Lady Wei was both surprised and delighted.
