The girl's bright, sparkling eyes stared back at him, and under such a gaze, he couldn't help but feel anxious and guilty.
Would his girl forgive him? Back then, he deeply felt the hurt he had caused her, even making her fearful of romantic matters.
After a moment, An Ran finally snapped out of it.
"Wait, wait, let me process this," An Ran sat up straight, lowered her head and rubbed her forehead, "Are you saying that back then... it was you? And you've always known it was me?"
An Ran pointed to her own nose as she asked.
"I'm sorry, Ranran. I originally planned to find you immediately, but Linjiang was hit by severe flooding. Orders come first, I had to go to the front lines for flood relief. I planned to come back for you afterward, but I almost didn't make it back, and then you saved me." Mu Xingfeng, looking like a guilty little husband, held An Ran's small hand as he spoke.
