Ye Ranran realized this person was truly brilliant, able to even guess her deepest, most obscure thoughts.
"Jun Mochan, Fu Rong is watching me. I'm afraid we won't be able to escape F country." Facing Jun Mochan's eyes, which sparkled like the stars, Ye Ranran bravely voiced her worries.
Fu Rong wouldn't let her leave so easily; he had a perverse sense of possessiveness toward her.
"That's not something you need to worry about. You just need to be willing to leave with me. Everything else, you don't have to concern yourself with," Jun Mochan said confidently.
His voice, like a gentle spring breeze and soft drizzle, carried an odd power to calm the heart. Ye Ranran instantly felt relieved.
"I need to go back. If I'm late, he'll get suspicious."
Though Ye Ranran had accepted an interview, the media still blew the matter out of proportion.
Titles like "love triangle," "multi-angle romance," "two women competing for one man," and "hatred borne of love" flooded the coverage.
