"Male."
Chu Yan remained silent for a long time, staring at her with an unfathomable look.
Qin Zhao hesitated at first because of Chu Yan's past misunderstanding of Nan Xian; she wondered what he heard from others, thinking that the person she was secretly in love with was Nan Xian.
To Qin Zhao, Nan Xian was simply her mentor from beginning to end.
After the death of her family, Qin Zhao grew up under Nan Xian's protection.
Their relationship was like that of close kin, a blend of a fatherly and friendly bond.
Seeing his displeased expression as he tightly embraced her waist, Qin Zhao explained further, "He's a friend from my sect, who rarely comes down from the mountain to see me."
"Oh," Chu Yan's grip loosened slightly, and he asked casually, "What's his name?"
"Nan Xian."
As she mentioned the name, Qin Zhao carefully watched his expression.
Chu Yan's expression didn't change, remaining indifferent; he clearly didn't recognize the name.
"Does he like the cake I made?"
