"You suddenly disappeared..."
"You didn't leave any message."
"I..."
Zhou Yao murmured, "I was really worried."
"Even if you'd already planned to leave, you should've told me."
"You suddenly disappeared..."
"I... was really worried."
"I forgot."
The Scholar honestly repeated himself.
He really had forgotten.
Otherwise, he should have said something to this human.
Zhou Yao: ...
He covered his face with his hand.
Forgot...
Heh.
What a speechless thing to say.
What else could he say?
Facing his teacher, it felt like throwing a punch—or rather, a flurry of punches—at a cotton ball.
His teacher remained as calm as ever.
Meanwhile, he was a mess of emotions.
What was the point?
Even though he and his teacher were both involved, he felt like he was the only one who truly cared about the whole thing.
From beginning to end, he'd been putting on this one-man show.
"Zhou Yao."
Zhao Luzheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But he didn't know what to say to comfort his friend, who looked especially dejected and downcast.
"Chang En."
Xiao Xiao turned his gaze from Zhou Yao to the Scholar. "After you finished looking around the art exhibition, did you still not remember?"
While he was looking at the paintings, it was understandable that he couldn't think of anything else, since all his attention had been on them.
But even after the exhibition was over, he still hadn't remembered the student he'd left behind?
That could only mean the Scholar hadn't cared much about this student.
"I was inspired then, so I kept painting," the Scholar answered honestly.
"By the time I finished, I'd forgotten."
What a painting fanatic.
Xiao Xiao shook his head slightly.
And it was a Librarian Ghost, of all things.