Feng Qing wholeheartedly supported Qiu Yuxi, afraid that she might fall, completely unaware of Meng Suizhou following behind them.
All of Feng Qing's attention was on the tearful and aggrieved Qiu Yuxi. She wrapped her arm around Qiu Yuxi's shoulder, holding her close, and gently coaxed her in a soft voice.
From a distance, Meng Suizhou noticed the pale skin on Feng Qing's hand, now marked with a large patch of bruising—it was likely from the fall earlier. Yet throughout, she seemed entirely oblivious to the pain, not even glancing at her injury.
Meng Suizhou wasn't very accustomed to interacting with women; the one woman he knew best was his mother.
His mother was the epitome of a delicate and pampered lady, always complaining about exhaustion after even a brief stroll and summoning maids to knead her back and give her massages.
