"The rest doesn't matter."
That was Wen Zhi's inner thoughts. Meng Fan stopped there and turned back to the main topic, asking, "By the way, why did your uncle take you to Qionglou?"
Wen Zhi said, "It was a coincidence, he happened to be there."
Meng Fan asked again, "So how did you deal with that incense you were affected by? Surely your uncle didn't..."
"No," Wen Zhi quickly replied, "Uncle called for a doctor."
She dared not elaborate.
This incident, she intended to keep it to herself.
And take it with her to the grave.
Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. Although Uncle is at the prime of his youth, he is an upright person, and would surely not take advantage of someone in distress. You're safe with him, and that puts my mind at ease."
Wen Zhi pursed her lips, wondering in her heart—was she really safe?
Perhaps not necessarily.
Sometimes the way he looked at her, it was as if he wanted to devour her.
