Su Yu arched her eyebrows and wore an innocent smile, "Who knows? Just when I was dressed in a white robe, my hair flying wildly in the night breeze, Lady Zhao suddenly burst through the door. Perhaps it was my abrupt appearance that terrified her into losing her footing and falling. Therefore, I guess her so-called 'ghostly encounter' mostly refers to my inadvertent appearance."
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if narrating a trivial matter that was unrelated to her.
Upon hearing this, the corners of Jiang Ziling's mouth almost uncontrollably curled upwards, nearly choking with laughter at this sudden humor.
However, a sudden pain shot through his injured leg, apparently the laughter pulling at the wound, forcing him to clench his teeth. His expression wavered between pain and humor, eliciting both sympathy and suppressed laughter from others.
