Not...Not Scared

"I…" Ji Zhao didn't know how to explain.

Her hesitant attitude made Shen Yao's heart ache unconsciously.

"It's late. Rest early!" Shen Yao gently let go of her shoulder. His tone was as gentle as ever, but Ji Zhao could still hear the loneliness hidden in his tone.

However, she really did not know what to say.

Her culinary skills were superb because she was a 21st century descendant of an imperial chef;

She knew how to read and write because of her educational background, she had graduated with an undergraduate degree.

She could write well because she was a calligraphy enthusiast.

"Wait." Ji Zhao hurriedly walked in front of him and stopped him from leaving. "Shen Yao, it's not that I don't trust you."