Thinking of this, his dark green eyes deepened, becoming pensive. He took the item from Zi Ruoxi's hand and slowly spoke, "Come on, Zi Ruoxi, sit here and tell me what's on your mind?"
Zi Ruoxi smiled elegantly, softly seated herself on the sofa, and let out a gentle sigh.
"What's really wrong with you, why can't you understand, you and...," Qiao Muyun stopped mid-sentence, feeling that it might be inappropriate, quickly switching, "You and Qiao Junlie, how did your conversation this morning go? Have you forgiven him? Regardless, Zi Ruoxi, I want to know your true thoughts."
"You call him brother...haha...It happened so fast...I should really congratulate you." Zi Ruoxi said, her tone somewhat bitter.
Qiao Muyun could hear the hidden meaning in her words, frowning slightly.
