When Ming Lingyi heard his words, thick with the sound of crying, she felt a pang of pity, yet also found it somewhat amusing.
Such a self-righteous accusation that she didn't care about him didn't come across as annoying or demanding; instead, it felt strangely natural.
Ming Lingyi sighed internally. "Weren't you the one who wouldn't talk to me? Why are you blaming me now?"
Li Yan: "..."
Her words seemed sound enough, but he just wanted Ming Lingyi to soothe him a little more.
'But... but why should she?'
"...Your shop is too small!" After holding it in for ages, he finally found a reason that didn't sound completely shameless, though it still came across as rather roguish.
'If the Grand Tutor heard such a nonsensical, pestering excuse, he would surely be disappointed in me.'
"One must not deceive a child, and a child should not be dressed in furs and finery."
Li Yan still remembered his tutor's lesson, recited to him not long ago.
