"Huo Jingting, do you often praise yourself in such a roundabout way?" Gu Nanqiao chuckled softly, winding her arms tightly around his neck.
She had deduced it all with her own intelligence, hadn't she? How did all the credit end up on him?
"No, I'm praising you for being smart." Huo Jingting planted gentle kisses on her face intermittently and placed her palms on his waist. "You guessed right, you certainly deserve some praise."
Gu Nanqiao leaned against his embrace, inhaling the faint fragrance on him, her emotions gradually calming down.
On her way back, she was genuinely worried.
Worried that he would resent her for meddling, for exposing the truth of that matter.
After all, it was a cruel scar for them both, each revelation bringing new pain.
"Huo Jingting, are you really not angry at me?"
Gu Nanqiao asked once more, still unable to fathom his innermost thoughts.
