Instead of getting angry, Lu Zhan's lips curved into a faint smile. He praised her, "I never knew you were so sharp-tongued, cousin!"
Zhi Wan bit her lip and softened her tone. "Cousin, what just happened… let's just call it an accident. You know I've always respected you and seen you as a brother."
"But I'm not your real brother, and I don't want to see you as a sister," Lu Zhan said in a low voice.
At his words, Zhi Wan furrowed her brow and couldn't help but ask, "When… when exactly did you realize the person sharing your dreams was me?"
Lu Zhan paused before speaking. "I first suspected it in Red Leaf Village, but I couldn't be certain. It wasn't until we returned to Yangzhou City—that time at Hongyun Restaurant. Your hand was scalded, and when I was treating it, I saw the small mole between your fingers." As he spoke, he lifted her left hand, his long finger gently caressing the mole there.
The gesture was intimate, but Zhi Wan's attention was entirely focused on his words.
