Seeing Fan Xian walk in with a heavy expression, the dazed Hong Zhu climbed up from the ground and knelt in front of him with his head lowered. He did not say a single word.
There was no one else around this room but Fan Xian standing and Hong Zhu kneeling. The faint light outside shone through and cast the two people's shadows against the wall. It looked rather strange.
Fan Xian stared at Hong Zhu's panicked expression. The hand hanging in his sleeve tightened into a fist the slowly released. Tiredly, he said, "I want an explanation for this matter."
Hong Zhu raised his head to glance at him. His eyes were full of guilt and deep self-blame. However, he only lowered his head again to kowtow and didn't explain anything.