"What's so good about this jealousy," the inexplicable emotion buried in Nan Wan's heart seemed to dissipate, as she raised her hand to gather her long hair to one side, casually combing it, "she hasn't even written you a love letter."
If the previous nonchalant probing wasn't called jealousy, then the sentence that followed seemed very suspicious.
It's not like she would pout with a straight face, nor would she coquettishly play cute with sweet smiles; her usual calm demeanor, but occasionally giving him a sudden sharp jab, made her even more of a headache.
He wasn't unaware of Qinglu's thoughts, it's just...
In his dark eyes there was a depth that others couldn't understand, his voice was low, "Qinglu's leg hasn't fully recovered yet, and there is no sign of improvement in her condition, I can't distance myself from her just yet."
Qinglu, Qinglu...
He even called her quite intimately.
