Translator: Pika

  Sang Qien was currently in the air, so Zu An couldn’t just let go right now. However, it didn’t seem appropriate for him to keep holding onto her as well.

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


  Sang Qien’s face turned red. She gently pushed him away and stood up on her own. She was as lithe as a swallow, her movements extremely graceful. “Then who did you think I was?”


  “I thought that you were…” Zu..