[Hold on a minute!] The System retorted. [Those thoughts about catching Yu Yunxia naked or smelling her bedsheets—that was all you. Don't pin that on me! Sure, I suggested leaving the room, but if we hadn't left, Lu Zhan was going to break your legs. You do remember he destroyed your room later, right? And after that, you needed a physician—any physician. That's where Physician Hong came in.]
"It could've been any other physician," Lu Sheng grumbled, still bitter. "Why did it have to be Physician Hong?"
[Exactly! It could have been any other physician. So how's that my fault? It was just circumstance.]
"What?" Lu Sheng paused in confusion.
[Fate.] The System's voice softened, almost sounding like a sigh. [Whether you want to believe it or not, fate had a hand in your injury. It was inevitable.]
"I don't care! It's still your fault!"
[Sigh…] The System sighed, resigned to the never-ending cycle of his Host's aimless blame.
