Momo lowered her gaze and gently pressed her red lips together.
Above her, Ye Zhan's voice sounded, carrying a certain unknown resoluteness within its deep tone, "Momo, I need to return to the Imperial City immediately."
"Go your own way, why tell me."
Momo avoided his large hand attempting to grab her.
Inside, she couldn't describe how she felt—just a mix of sadness, anger, and some emotions she couldn't express verbally, all tangled up like an inexplicable ball of yarn.
Ye Zhan's hand froze in mid-air.
His gaze locked onto her, his voice softening a few degrees, "Momo, you should go home first, I'll come to find you in G City later."
"I don't need you to bother, just take care of Ji Anyun."
Momo suddenly didn't want to see Ye Zhan anymore and turned to leave.
But she couldn't.
Ye Zhan caught her hand.
"Momo, the one I like is you, not Ji Anyun."
Momo's struggle paused.
She stared at Ye Zhan, observing his stern and sharp brows.
What did he just say.
