Upon hearing Ling Yueyue's words, Huo Junmo couldn't help but chuckle softly. He reached out to pat her head again and said helplessly, "Silly girl, you are you, and Jiansi is Jiansi. I distinguish very clearly! Do I seem like an immature man who loses his lover and then looks for a substitute?"
Hearing this, Ling Yueyue finally breathed a sigh of relief. "So, you're saying you like me, Ling Yueyue the person, and not because my personality is like Nan Jiansi's?"
Huo Junmo nodded and solemnly assured her, "Yes! I am very sure; I don't see you as a substitute for Jiansi. I like you, this woman called Ling Yueyue!"
After hearing Huo Junmo's words, Ling Yueyue burst into a smile, the gloom on her face vanished, and she asked with a beaming smile, "So when did you start liking me?"
Huo Junmo looked at her mysteriously, raised an eyebrow, and said deliberately, "That's a secret! It's a feeling only to be understood, not to be explained!"
