Jiang Pengji had promised Wei Yuan the other day that she would visit to apologize again. While that was merely something she said to show respect, she must go as she had promised.
Wei Yuan felt uncomfortable with her, but refrained himself from showing it. As a result, his face was stiff, despite his effort to soften his attitude. Jiang Pengji observed his complicated expression.
"Master, have you recovered from the cold?" she asked, seemingly with concern. "You look quite pale."
"It's nothing. I've taken medicine and will soon get better." Wei Yuan touched his beard in an embarrassed manner. What troubled him was not a cold, but shame.
The master had a different way of interpreting the intention of her visit.