Su Zixi, gasping for breath, finally caught up with Ning Yichen under the camphor tree.
She forcefully grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Ning Yichen, what exactly is going on? Explain yourself!"
Ning Yichen paused, turning back to look at her.
The midday sunlight was scattered and mottled, casting specks of gold on her face... Her cheeks were still flushed from the exertion, and her eyes, widened in confusion, brimmed with vitality.
A sudden, uncontrollable bitterness flooded Ning Yichen's heart.
How foolish had he been to only realize now that he had fallen for her long ago?
But because she was Su Lianxi's sister, he had always warned himself not to be bewitched by her, and he had treated her even worse... as if that could prove he had not fallen for someone else.
Yet, as it turned out, she should have been his from the beginning... If it weren't for Su Lianxi's interference, she would not have met He Jingyao, and she would have already been with him.