"Sister, be careful."
Zhao Jing threw an arm around Chen Wanqing's waist and spun her out of the way. Chen Wanqing narrowly avoided disaster, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with shock.
"I'm so sorry, I was walking too fast and wasn't looking. Did I hurt you, miss? Do you need to see a doctor…?"
Their eyes met. Not only was Chen Wanqing stunned, but the chattering young man also froze.
Even Zhao Jing, who had been frowning and glaring angrily at the man, schooled his features after getting a clear look at his face.
But his hand tightened its grip on Chen Wanqing's wrist, and deep in his eyes was a profound wariness.
The man before them wore a royal blue, cloud-embroidered robe, with a jade pin in his hair and a pouch and Jade Pendant hanging from his waist. His features were handsome and open, and he had a ready smile that suggested a warm and generous nature.
And this was no stranger, but Meng Jintang—the man who had once been engaged to Chen Wanqing.
