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Murong Xin turned away, her voice suddenly rising: "I've already said, it's impossible between us!"
Yuan Hongliang's eyes showed a trace of hurt: "Xinxin, that day you clearly didn't reject me."
Murong Xin knew he was referring to the kiss on the day she was injured and immediately flustered and said: "My mind was a bit muddled when I just woke up, you don't need to take it to heart!"
"No!" Yuan Hongliang urged his horse forward, staring at her from a close distance. His voice was neither high nor low, yet very certain: "I don't believe you feel nothing for me at all!"
Murong Xin felt irritated, she looked up coldly at him, a mocking smile curling on her lips: "Yuan Hongliang, stop being self-indulgent, do you think apart from your identity, you have anything else for me to look up to?"
Yuan Hongliang's face suddenly turned pale, looking at her somewhat in disbelief, completely unable to believe she would say such words to him.
