"Never!" Xie Jue faced away from Fang Chuning, packing his belongings until the procession was out of sight and the mourning music could no longer be heard. Only then did Fang Chuning withdraw his gaze and ask Xie Jue, "Why is it that my father won't let you go?"
Xie Jue was making the bed; he was somewhat a clean freak, so he had brought his own set of bedding. His hand holding the corner of the blanket paused slightly, but he did not answer Fang Chuning's question. Seeing this, Fang Chuning didn't pursue the matter further. The guesthouse was constructed with planks and wasn't soundproof, allowing the noise from downstairs to reach the second floor directly. This upper room was at the rightmost end, making it relatively quieter. Fang Chuning closed the window, and with it shut, the noise was lessened. Xie Jue had finished making the bed and rang the bell in the room to have the attendant bring up a bucket of hot water.
