"Xuan Yang and I should have taken better care of you," Xuan Jian's words echoed through the greenhouse. His eyes held a weight of guilt as he regarded Xu Feng.
The ger's expression was a mix of confusion and frustration, his thoughts not aligning with the apology he had just received.
Xuan Jian's lips curled into a small smile, understanding the ger's disconcerted reaction. He clarified the cause for his concern, "You're still healing from the poison your parents dispensed to you before they sent you to be sold."
A veil of silence settled between them, broken only by the soft rustling of air in the greenhouse. Xu Feng's mind raced as he absorbed the implications of Xuan Jian's words.
"Xuan Yang and I," Xuan Jian's voice was tinged with regret, "should have protected you better, especially since we are no better than Lady Xuan for continuing this contract." He enunciated the words as though they were poison themselves.
