Baizhi was startled by a voice behind her. She turned around to find that rude man standing there.
"Lord Qinghu, I am looking for Young Master Fu. Do you know which tent he is in? I would like to see if his wounds have healed," Baizhi said, not daring to look him in the eye. She took a few steps back and spoke in a low voice.
"What are you mumbling about? Why is your voice so small, and why are you standing so far away?" Qinghu did not understand why this young girl would either run away or keep her head bowed every time she saw him. Her voice was like that of a mosquito—you knew she was speaking, but you had no idea what she was saying.
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