Chapter 47 The hurting truth

• The walk was a silent and moody one, with a maid who walked fast ahead of her master who was sauntering behind. The middle of his forehead was knitted to a frown, with his eyes looking downwards that was barely facing the direction he was going. Rather than being pissed off with her or what she has said, he was really bothered that she could be terribly mad at him.
• Azalea's brutal words to his ears had stung truthfully in his heart, that as much as he hated to admit its validity, it wasn't as great as hearing the words directly from her.
• She had wanted to treat his wound which wasn't such a big deal for her, as she just looked around for a substitute herb to use I stead.