The brown-haired youth said nothing.
He followed Lord Shen He back to his residence, and in his peripheral vision, he saw Ms. Zhi Zhi "quietly" shuffling toward them.
She seemed to be hesitating, her steps cautious.
'Miss Rabbit must be here to see the Lord,' Buli thought.
Yu Zhizhi clutched the letter Mimi had written, rounded the garden corridor, and came before them.
Shen He had intended to go straight inside but stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at her.
The little rabbit had hidden from him every time she saw him before.
But this time, she had sought him out…
Thinking of that night at Blue Tone, the sharp, cold look in Shen He's eyes softened slightly, but his tone remained flat. "Is there something you need?"
He spoke as if he wanted no further entanglement with this little rabbit.
Yu Zhizhi lifted the hem of her light purple skirt with both hands and curtsied. "Lord Shen He."
