Gu Lan murmured thoughtfully, "It seems that there are quite a lot of provisions at Jiang Qu."
"What did you say, young master?" Nan Shiqi didn't hear clearly.
Gu Lan said, "Nothing."
She took out a few pieces of candied fruit from her bosom and raised her hand, "Do you want some? Here, have one."
A slender and distinct hand appeared in front of him, holding a piece of golden candied fruit, dusted with sugar, giving off a sweet fragrance.
Nan Shiqi couldn't help but open his palm, staring blankly as Gu Lan placed the candied fruit in his hand.
"Th-thank you, young master," Nan Shiqi suddenly stammered, "I, I will go on duty now. Young master should rest early, the night is cold, you... take care..."
Gu Lan watched his hurried and flustered figure, noting that his palms were quite pale and tender.
There was always something odd about this young man, but she couldn't recall what it was at the moment.
