"Mother, don't panic, let me explain slowly."
So saying, Zi'an comforted Yang Chuxia by gently patting her hand. "I was about to relieve myself when a sister came and said Aunt Dongyang was looking for me. Without a second thought, I followed her, but midway, when I turned around, I saw her hand reaching towards my neck, as if to chop it." As he spoke, he even gestured to demonstrate.
"When she saw me turning back, she quickly withdrew her hand. I found it strange, and after a few steps, I pretended to have a stomachache to go to the latrine. Once there, I slipped away from the other side while she wasn't paying attention. I originally wanted to return to the front courtyard to find my handsome dad. But, but…" His face showed some embarrassment, as if he found it difficult to speak.
"But what?" Mu Old Master urgently inquired.
