Upon the discovery that Xia Yunchen had fainted at the sight of Mu Qing's hair, a twitch of amusement snaked across Qin Ruan's lips.
Just how terrified of snakes was the man?
It was maddening, too disturbing to envisage.
Who knew what trauma Xia Yunchen had endured in the past, what snake-related injury had instilled such an irrational fear within him?
Caught in Changyuan's probing gaze, Qin Ruan swiftly averted her eyes.
She coughed lightly: "That's your problem now. Find a way to overcome your master's fear of snakes. You can't keep erasing his memory, hiding away each day, unable to show himself."
Expecting Qin Ruan to come up with a solution, Changyuan was instead met with disappointment.
A frown marred his face as he toyed with the long hair draped over his shoulder, his cheeks puffed out in annoyance.
He curtly sent them away: "Now that everything is settled, you should leave. Don't disturb my master's rest."
