They hugged each other for a bit before letting go. Xi Lin hadn't forgotten Si Mobai's warning that they couldn't even hold hands, let alone hug.
"Dai'er, what the hell happened during that time? At the time, that boy, He Lianhuang, suspected that you would die, but we didn't believe him." Saying this, Xi Lin felt ashamed. As Dai'er's good friend, she had actually believed it so easily.
He Lianhuang really liked Dai'er. If he didn't, how could he have gotten it correct, right down to the last detail? He was the only one who had suspected anything.
Compared to He Lianhuang, she and her Imperial Brother were an embarrassment.
Feng Tianlan looked up at the tall, languid, and noble Xi Lin, whose face was filled with shame, worry, and doubt. She tried to think of what to say and finally opened her mouth to briefly recount what had happened during that time.
