Three Years in Langye (XII)

Wei Ci stared blankly at Jiang Pengji and many emotions ran through his body. She was definitely at the top of the list of people he was afraid to meet.

The scene that he saw a few days previous was still echoing in his mind. Because of that, he could not do things calmly. He always woke up from nightmares at midnight and his clothes were soaked wet. He tossed and turned the night before and it was difficult for him to fall asleep.

He did not have much of an appetite in the morning. He only ate a few pieces of white cakes, and there was a subtle greenish color under his eyes. Looking at him, people would have thought that the white cakes were unpalatable. Lu Zheng would normally eat two additional bowls of rice, but just by looking at Wei Ci's face, he lost his appetite.

Before he could complain, Master Yuan Jing squinted his eyes and walked closer to the bamboo slip. "Zixiao, an honored guest is here. Go out and greet her."