She made an excuse to send her mother away, wanting to ask Mingxue Xiang in person what his intentions were. Sitting back and waiting was not her style; it's always better to clarify matters face to face.
But she didn't expect to overhear this conversation.
Zhou Lijun began to ponder.
Inside the room, Mingxue Xiang looked up towards the door. Zhou Silang turned his head to look back but saw nothing outside and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mingxue Xiang heard the person behind the door wall turn around and seemingly leave. He shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Zhou Silang, humming a tune, left Mingxue Xiang's place to return to his own room. As he passed through the main hall, he saw a shadowy figure standing by the path in the dim night.
Having drunk a lot and feeling a bit muddled, Zhou Silang's legs went soft. When he saw the figure seemingly turn towards him, he immediately shouted, "Wha—what do you want, don't come over here."
