Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly. It was clear that Jian Ran was very tired. He raised his large hand to caress her shoulder, gently massaging and kneading.
"Hm? What do you mean by how?"
"Mm…"
Jian Ran hesitated a little, her thoughts drifting to Mu Wan's sketch of Qin Mu earlier that day. That scene—frame by frame—was deeply etched in her mind, impossible to shake off.
Especially when she thought of the way the woman gazed at Qin Mu. As a woman herself, now happily married and with a man she deeply loved...
The meaning behind it… was self-evident.
Jian Ran didn't want to overthink it on her own. She looked at Gu Mochen and said softly, "I just don't know if you've noticed, but I always feel like Xiaowan marrying Qin Mu wasn't by chance, nor was it a purely commercial arrangement. Instead… she likes Qin Mu."