Guan Shan seemed to let out a soft chuckle.
"Let me ask you, then. If I had told you to your face, would you have let me go?"
"I..." Ji Huan thought for a moment. She really wouldn't have.
Even if she were obsessed with fur, she could never send someone close to her to risk life and limb for a cloak—much less since she wasn't.
"W-Well, you should have at least said something! Left a note, at the very least, so I'd know where you went and have some peace of mind..."
Only then did Guan Shan realize something was wrong.
Ever since he walked in, he had assumed Ji Huan's displeasure and anger were because he had acted willfully and hadn't told her in person.
It turned out, after all this time, she hadn't even seen the note he left for her.
"A note? What note?"
Ji Huan had turned the east wing upside down and hadn't seen a single word.
But she knew Guan Shan wouldn't lie about this.
If he said there was one, then there had to be one.
"Let go. I'll go look for it again."
