Xiang Wan had barely managed to construct her emotional defenses when they nearly collapsed in an instant. She stifled the awkwardness and gave a light cough, "What I meant is just that, you just need to answer..."
As she spoke, her gaze never met Zuo Xingyun's; being able to ask that question was already her limit.
Zuo Xingyun had no intention of answering, "That's not important, there's no need to answer. I just hope you won't continue to be so awkward in the future."
It may not be important, but Xiang Wan was curious, yet she had no valid reason to force an answer out of him, making it seem as if she cared a great deal.
She finally understood how Shi Nian'an felt when she wanted to gossip but couldn't dig up any dirt; it was irritating like a cat's scratch on her heart.