Is he worried about me?
The words "I'm alright" remained stuck in Qin Zhi'ai's throat as she stared into Gu Yusheng's eyes.
Gu Yusheng frowned when he saw her stare at him without a word. Bending down, he picked her up and walked toward the beach.
By the time he'd placed her down on the reclining chair, Qin Zhi'ai finally came to her senses and looked at him once more. He had regained his usual calm expression, and the troubled look that she thought she saw seemed to have been all in her imagination.
"Thank you, Master Gu." After Qin Zhi'ai expressed her gratitude, she realized that she seemed to be thanking him frequently over the past week. First, it was during her period and now after she'd fallen down. She didn't want him to think she was trouble.
Qin Zhi'ai proceeded to explain herself. "I stepped on something slippery on the seafloor."
"Mmm," Gu Yusheng replied before his gaze landed on her knee. His brows gradually furrowed together.
