"Uncle Liu, where is Su Xuan?"
It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Su Zimo knocked on the red-lacquered gate of Su Xuan's Mansion.
"He's been a bit strange today." The old Butler Liu invited Su Zimo inside and said, "He came home early and has been staying in his room ever since. He even skipped dinner!"
"What?" Su Zimo immediately grew worried. "Is he sick?"
Butler Liu shook his head. "He looked quite healthy. He doesn't seem sick."
"That's strange," Su Zimo said, heading toward Su Xuan's room. "I'll go check on him."
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Su Zimo raised her slender, jade-like fingers and tapped lightly on the door.
After a long moment, Su Xuan asked from inside the room in a muffled voice, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Zi Mo," Su Zimo replied. "Open the door."
"Just a minute!"
A few dozen seconds later, Su Xuan opened the door, shirtless with his hair in disarray.
