Sang Qien was still in midair, so Zu An couldn’t just let go. However, it did not seem appropriate for him to keep holding onto her either.

Zu An gulped. “Would you believe me if I said that I thought you were someone else?”

Sang Qien’s face turned red. She found her feet on her own and gently pushed him away. She was as lithe as a swallow, and her movements were extremely graceful. “Who did you think I was, then?”

“I thought that you were…” Zu An started his reply subconsciously, but then realized that he probably shouldn’t bring up Zheng Dan. This was her sister-in-law, after all. Wouldn’t it be a slap to her face if he told her that he was looking for Zheng Dan?

He hastily changed the topic, pointing out her white outfit. “Why are you dressed up like this?”

Sang Qien’s eyes reddened. “Have you forgotten that my big brother was killed by Mosquito Daoist? When we were prisoners, we could only bury him in the wilderness. His corpse was only recently recovered,...