Chapter 88 Things Won't Be That Simple

Su Yu raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling up in an innocent smile, "Who knows? Just as I was clad in a flowing white robe, my hair wildly dancing in the night breeze, Lady Zhao suddenly burst through the door. Perhaps my appearance was so startling it caused her to fall in fright. So, I guess her so-called 'encounter with a ghost' was mostly referring to my unintentional appearance that time."

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if recounting a trivial matter unconnected to herself.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziling's smile almost squirmed out of control, nearly doubling over with laughter at the unexpected humor.

However, a sudden surge of pain from his injured leg, clearly aggravated by his laughter, made him clench his teeth—his expression hovering between agony and absurdity, eliciting both sympathy and suppressed chuckles from others.