Zhao Changhe did not impulsively rush to grab her like the last time. He very calmly asked, “What? Is it not enough for you to secretly peep at me through my entire journey? You want to blatantly reveal that you were watching me shower? Is it big? Right, were you also watching when I took a shit or piss? Did it smell good?”1

The blind woman said, “You’re in a dream. There’s no shower.”0

Zhao Changhe lowered his head and took a look. Indeed, he was still in the bathroom, but there was no bathtub. The clothes he wore, to his surprise, were the clothes he always wore in the modern world. 0

This was obviously a dream.0

Are you taking the piss out of me now? Of course these things from the real world only appear in my dreams.0

Zhao Changhe did not bring up anything about this, however. “So you’ve never once sneaked a peak at me while I was on the road?”0

The blind woman shook her head. “Nope.”0

“You’re really not the one writing the Tome of Troubled Times?” Zhao Changhe continued. “I feel that while everything looks prim and proper on the surface, there lurks a deep ridicule behind the scenes. It really feels like something you’d do.”0

“...” The blind woman actually paused for a moment....0