"I do not know who entered the Book Collection Pavilion during this period," Su Zhiruan spoke seriously, bowing, "Please, my lord, punish me. It is my fault for neglecting my duties, for I have not seen the person you are looking for nor their appearance. I am guilty!"
"Get up," Changqi finally released her, "Return to the Book Collection Pavilion."
"Yes."
This was the first time in tens of thousands of years that Changqi had doubted himself.
He had been intimate with a woman.
But now, he didn't even know if it was a dream or a reality.
He wanted to find the woman and ask her clearly, but the problem was he couldn't even find her.
Was it really a dream? Or was it his fantasy, a nightmare?
After returning to the Book Collection Pavilion, Su Zhiruan stayed to organize ancient books, while Changqi was nowhere to be found.
For this operation, Su Zhiruan was very satisfied; it was seamless, perfect indeed.
