Jun Xiangyi looked at her calmly, "If there were no problems between you two and you were truly as loving as before, you wouldn't be saying these things to me. Also, don't suspect my motives for saving him twice based on your conjectures. I wasn't so bored as to stalk him and wait for a chance to act. Xu Mohan is yours now, and whether he will be yours in the future, let time prove it."
She put away the fishing gear, closed the umbrella, and left.
When Nan Yuesheng returned home, she felt gloomy and melancholic.
She sat down beside Xu Mohan, "Can you promise me one thing?"
"What?"
"From now on, don't say a word to Jun Xiangyi, don't pay attention to her."
Xu Mohan's gaze fell on her feet, where there was dirt on the edge of her shoes, "Did you go to Wangchuan Mountain?"
"I was following you," she confessed angrily, "Why did you meet her?"
"I just went to have a look."
