In the end, she opened the window shutter, revealing Zhu Jinhe’s slightly pale face. He stood outside in his casual robes, holding an umbrella, looking inexplicably pathetic.
"An'niang, I brought you some pastries. Please, let go of your anger."
Heaven help her; seeing him abandon his majestic persona to coax her like this, she had absolutely no resistance. She couldn't let herself soften so easily. Locking down a heart that was already turning to mush, Fu You'an pointed toward the Zen room next door. "Go take shelter from the rain."
Chapter 67