Jiang Yichun answered in a daze. The guard outside said he'd continue with his tasks and when Bai Ruozhu heard his footsteps moving away, she let out a huge sigh of relief. She turned her head to see Jiang Yichun looking at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, a sickly beauty to his handsome face, brought on by pallor.
Bai Ruozhu cast him an irate glance. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had to sneak around like a thief, would she?
"Alright, stop clinging to me. Let's go meet my master." Jiang Yichun teased.
"..." Who was clinging to whom? She just didn't want to stoop down to the level of the sick. Just a while ago, who was the solicitous one?
Ignoring him, Bai Ruozhu climbed out from the bed, quickly dressed in a padded jacket and donned the skirt given by Wu Wanqing.
Jiang Yichun also got out of bed, slinging the large banner in the room onto his back. He turned to Bai Ruozhu in her pink dress and asked, "Your junior sister gave that to you, right?"