It was embarrassing.
Mu Anan closed her eyes. She thought this was the only way she could retain her dignity.
She felt that Seventh Master seemed to have sighed. Then, he pulled her blanket up. In the end, he stayed for a few seconds before leaving.
Mu Anan opened her eyes slowly with trembling eyelashes when she heard the soft sound of the door closing.
The room was empty. It was as if the liveliness that Xiao Jiu had been in just a moment ago had been sucked away.
Mu Anan faced the ceiling alone. Her mind was filled with the words of Seventh Master who told her to stay somewhere else to avoid meeting the old master.
And what Gu Shuqing had said before.
She could not meet the other elders of the Zong family, but he had to meet the old master.
He was the person Seventh Master respected the most.
When Seventh Master was ten years old, he encountered an accident and his parents passed away.