Xiao was fretting. Fretting over a sudden dilemma.

He had seen a traveler—a human— walking by Wangshu Inn a couple days ago. And ever since, he couldn't stop thinking about them. He knew what this meant, and he hated it. He couldn't believe it.

As he was worrying over this awful predicament, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the very person who he was thinking about—taking a stroll on the path below.

And that person…was you.