Lan Ningzhen was playing with his hair, but unexpectedly, Xie Jue suddenly turned around. She hurriedly let go of his hair, afraid he might get suspicious. In the darkness, she spoke with an air of composure, "I'm curious—what kind of person could captivate someone as ethereal as you?"
"Don't be curious. It's none of your business!"
"If you don't deny it, that means someone has indeed moved your heart." Lan Ningzhen clasped her hands together and rested them against her cheek, gazing at him infatuatedly in the faint glow of the darkness, "Mr. Helian is decisive, unwavering, and stubborn. If you were to love someone, you'd press forward without hesitation. Then why did it end so incompletely?"
"Do you know me so well?" Xie Jue scoffed. "And how do you know it ended incompletely?"
