The girl's sparkling eyes stared back at him, and under such a gaze, he couldn't help but feel uneasy and guilty.
Would his girl forgive him? He had personally felt the harm he caused her, to the point where she even became fearful of relationships.
After a moment, An Ran finally came to her senses.
"Wait, wait, let me process this," An Ran sat up straight, lowered her eyes, and rubbed her forehead, "Are you saying that back then... it was you? And that you always knew it was me?"
An Ran pointed to her own nose as she asked.
"I'm sorry, Ranran, I intended to find you immediately back then, but there was a flood in Linjiang, and orders are orders. I had to go to the front line for flood relief first. I planned to come back and find you afterward, but I almost didn't make it back and ended up being saved by you." Mu Xingfeng, looking like an obedient little husband admitting his mistake, held An Ran's little hand as he spoke.
