When they finally reached the Stone Forest and Wei Ziang called out twice, Xiaomiao finally snapped back to reality.
She couldn't help but sigh softly.
"What's wrong? Is it hard to accept? I'm sorry, if I had known, I wouldn't have mentioned it."
Wei Ziang felt somewhat guilty.
Xiaomiao shook her head, "It's not that I'm upset, but it just feels like I've been sneaking around at home every day."
Seeing that Xiaomiao wasn't angry, Wei Ziang discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.
He realized that he had been too impulsive earlier; Xiaomiao had kept her secret for more than ten years, and he had just exposed it in one go.
He even told her that the secret wasn't really much of a secret.
If it were anyone else, they'd probably also have trouble accepting it.
He started regretting saying it as soon as he did; once spoken, words are like spilled water—you can't take them back.
The rest of the journey, he felt uneasy inside.
Luckily, Xiaomiao wasn't really angry.
