Zhan Nanjue held a candle and shone it on the ground, "You mean this?"
"Ah..." Gong Shirao covered her eyes, not daring to look.
"It's watermelon juice," Zhan Nanjue said.
"..." Gong Shirao glanced at the ground, and indeed, it was watermelon juice.
Besides the watermelon juice, there was also the vase that had fallen from the table behind them.
"It suddenly fell..." Gong Shirao said, "Then I saw something red on the ground, felt a wet patch, and naturally thought I had touched blood."
"And the candle suddenly went out, isn't that creepy!?"
"A candle burns out, of course, it goes out," Zhan Nanjue replied.
"...But I heard footsteps!"
"You shouted so loudly, didn't I have to find another candle to light up again?" He said it so casually, but only he knew how nervous he had been earlier; he had grabbed the first candle he found and rushed to her...
"..." That made so much sense that she couldn't find words to argue.
"Shirao, you weren't trying to get my attention, were you?"
