During the time Gu Ran was lost in thought, Zhuang Jing still had not opened the door.
Gu Ran was somewhat puzzled.
"Do you think we should open it?" Zhuang Jing asked.
Gu Ran was even more confused now.
"We are going to attend a ritual, should we bring them along?" Zhuang Jing said.
Gu Ran suddenly realized.
Shakespeare said poets and madmen do not belong to this world, poets dwell by the madman's side, yet madmen burst into the poet's garden.
He and Zhuang Jing going to the ritual was like normal people attending a madman's gathering, and nobody could guarantee what might happen.
"Then shall we not wake them up first?" Gu Ran tentatively said.
Whether it was Su Qing, He Qingyan, or Yan Hanxiang, he did not want any harm to come to them.
"Okay." Zhuang Jing nodded.
She then smiled at Gu Ran, asking him, "Do you have any concerns?"
"Me?" Gu Ran laughed, "Whether it's a madman's dream or King Yama's eighteen levels of hell, I'm willing to go with you!"
