What Khan had said to her in the cafe once again crept into her mind, that Quan Jingwu's gaze on her was different, and now even Yifei was saying the same thing, could it be...
Jian Qing's heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, her subconscious subtly giving her a premonition.
This premonition was gently knocking at her heart, stirring complex and indescribable emotions in her chest, as if she would be completely consumed the next second.
This feeling was both foreign and strangely compelling, sort of joyous, a feeling she had never experienced before.
"Jian Qing, are you still listening? Hey, Jian Qing." Yifei's anxious voice came through, pulling Jian Qing's thoughts back, and she whispered a response.
"I'm listening."
Upon hearing her speak, Yifei let out a sigh of relief, let out a soft sigh, and then her voice became serious. "Jian Qing, don't you really have any feelings for my third brother? Or do you really have a boyfriend?"
