Zhan Xiaoche was now the one who was confused. She had left so readily? He thought she would pester him a while longer. Why was she looking at him as if she had seen a ghost? But it was better this way. It was fine as long as she didn't bother him. His sense of smell was already sensitive, and he had a slight rhinitis. The scent of her perfume was simply too strong. Good riddance.
When Qinghe returned, her complexion was not good, completely devoid of the playful spirit she had when she wanted to watch the drama unfold.
Zhan Xiaoche, seeing her unpleasant complexion, asked with concern, "Qinghe, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" As he spoke, he checked her over with an uneasy gaze, as if looking for any signs of discomfort.
Qinghe shook her head, "I'm perfectly fine, there's nothing uncomfortable."