The two walked in single file, with Pei Yin always trailing behind Shen Ningning. He was quite reserved, and Shen Ningning didn't know him well, so they barely spoke.
Watching the young girl from behind, Pei Yin thought for a moment before deciding to show some concern.
"Has your hand injury healed, Princess?"
Shen Ningning paused and looked back at him. "What hand injury?"
'I haven't been injured!'
Pei Yin was also taken aback, thinking she was joking.
He glanced around to ensure no one was listening before saying, "The one you mentioned in your letter—that you cut your hand."
Shen Ningning grew even more confused.
"What letter?"
Watching her reaction, Pei Yin's heart began to sink.
"Rest assured, Princess. I am not one to covet wealth and status, and I would never speak of our correspondence to a third party."
At this, Shen Ningning stopped dead in her tracks.
