The beauties all ran out in terror.
The Music Room quieted down.
Sang Yan glanced at the "crazed" man, then lifted her foot to leave as well.
She had originally planned to roam around a bit longer, but now her mood was spoiled, and she headed towards the Fengyi Palace.
On the way,
Qi Wuya went to hold her hand as usual.
Sang Yan shook it off twice, but when she couldn't shake it free, she let him be.
The journey was silent.
Not until they entered the palace did Qi Wuya softly say, "Yanyan, are you angry?"
He seemed to only then realize the problem—why had he gotten angry? It was rare for Yanyan to want to watch people dance, and he had ruined it.
Sang Yan gave him a "figure it out yourself" look.
Qi Wuya sighed, "Yanyan, I really didn't want to, it's just seeing you with eyes only for them, it hurt."
Sang Yan looked coldly at his distressed expression, not saying a word.
