"What's the matter, feeling pity for her? If you ask me, he indeed looks like his mind is elsewhere, but isn't it all because a certain lady is crying every day, demanding to find that so-called mysterious man? Maybe Xiao'ou is bothered by this, yet he still pretends like nothing is happening, even going out every day to help you search. It would be odd if he could feel happy." Shen Zuiqiu teased directly.
"..."
Confronted with Shen Zuiqiu's words, Zhang Xiao'ou suddenly fell silent. She was no fool—how could she not sense Xiao'ou's feelings for her? Yet, sometimes people are strange. For those at their side, even if seen, they always choose to forget, but for those etched in their hearts and no longer attainable, they tend to remember forever. Perhaps, this was a woman's nature.
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Xiao'ou took steps toward the woods, his heartbeat seemingly quickening with each step. Finally, the familiar silhouette appeared before his eyes.