Anning's pov
"You still have to." she said, shrugging at my words.
"Wait, why do you apply strawberries to your cheek again?" I asked, suddenly remembering what I had seen her doing yesterday.
"My face is more on the paler side, especially after what happened." She responded, sounding almost amused. "It adds color to my face."
"Strawberries? Wouldn't that make you look like a desert?" I asked in confusion.
She chuckled and placed the brush in her hand down, "You'll survive."
Before I thought this place had weird cultures, but now it was just strange.
"You need to hurry up. If not, the young miss will come up here to get you and see you looking miserable." She suddenly said, making me sit up straighter.
It was one thing to be rejected by Wanqing and another thing entirely for that woman to see me moping around like a heartbroken idiot.
"i will not allow that." I said firmly, standing to my feet.
