Zu An walked out of the study room gloomily, feeling an unprecedented feeling of loneliness.

Chu Zhongtian and Qin Wanru had pulled Chu Chuyan aside to ask her for more details. Chu Huanzhao had spoken up on his behalf earlier, but she was still angry at him for forgetting her present. Even Snow wasn’t around anymore for him to bicker with.

As for Cheng Shouping, he was definitely out of question. Anything he told that man would become known to the world the following day.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Zu An suddenly felt deeply wistful. 

He recalled a poem that went ‘Raising my head to gaze at the clear moon, only to lower it out of nostalgia for my home’. He couldn’t understand this feeling in his previous world, since he could always reach home with a simple call, and even if he was at the opposite side of the world, it would only take a day’s journey to travel home. 

In the modernized world, with its myriad of convenient transportation technology, it was hard for him to understand the feeling of missing one’s home. It was only when he came to this foreign land and had been picked on by Qin Wanru over and over again that he finally understood it. The Chu clan wasn’t his home after...