At this point, Xu Xiangyang was no longer nervous about the topic, nor did he feel any surprise—it seemed that deep down, he had always had a premonition that this day would inevitably come. Thus, his shoulders relaxed all at once.
"...I never really planned to keep it from you."
"Oh, you're quite cunning, aren't you? Trying to absolve yourself of responsibility right from the start?"
"It's true," he said, "Initially, I thought it was dangerous, with ghosts and monsters and such supernatural things—we didn't know who could handle them, and I was afraid of getting the people around me involved and hurting them, so I didn't tell anyone. Later, when I got in touch with the government organizations, it seemed like whether I told them or not made no difference..."
"So you'd rather keep the secrets all to yourself and suffocate. Aren't you afraid of worrying me?"
