With a gentle southern accent and a tender demeanor, she seemed like a flower that truly understood others.
Shen Mubai's gaze flickered, a trace of emotion swept through his eyes, vaguely mixed with some feelings of guilt and regret.
"Qing'er, I..."
Today, after hearing about Yun Ran and Shen Weixi's brush with danger off the cliff, his heart was preoccupied with Yun Ran's safety, and he couldn't help but want to see her.
But he also remembered how Yun Ran had said that day she didn't want to see him, telling him to stay away and not to appear in front of her.
Thus, he spent half the day in turmoil, wavering between whether to go or not, until it was late into the night, and he remained sitting there absentmindedly.
And then there was Yu Qingyan; the more understanding, gentle, and considerate she was for him, the more guilt he felt, as if he owed her a great deal.
