“What are you doing?!” Sang Qien cried out in alarm. She quickly wrapped her blankets tightly around herself. Even though she was dressed in her nightwear, she couldn't help but feel as if she were wearing nothing.

Zu An chuckled and replied, “Didn’t you let me in?”

Sang Qien almost fainted from anger, exclaiming, “Was that really what I meant?!”

“I was just joking. Come on, don’t get so upset.” Zu An didn’t get any closer and instead sat down by the entrance. He didn’t close the door behind him to make her feel more at ease. He continued, “I only came to chat with you, or else there’ll always be some misunderstandings that won’t ever be cleared up.”

Seeing that he didn’t have any intentions of going further, Sang Qien gradually calmed down and asked, “Is it just your confusion over why I’m not asking you to take responsibility?”

“Yes.” That was what Zu An found the hardest to understand. Even...