Ning Anran was standing in the courtyard, watching the retreating figure of Baili Xia, and tears finally flowed down her cheeks.
She knew that her words had hurt Xiaxia, but she didn't mean to.
She really didn't know why she had suddenly said those things.
Just... just not pleased, Baili Xia always asked about her feelings for Mr. Xiaojiu.
She really had no ulterior motive, she just secretly liked Mr. Xiaojiu, was doing so also wrong?
She couldn't control her feelings, she liked Mr. Xiaojiu, and she couldn't change that.
If Xiaxia didn't like her to have feelings for Mr. Xiaojiu, she would try to control it in the future.
But now, she indeed can't control it.
'I'm sorry, Xiaxia, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do it...'
"Miss Ning, it's windy here, why did you come out?"
Leng Yu, who had approached her without her noticing, glanced at her face, and his brows furrowed instantly.
"Why are you crying? What happened? Did a servant offend you and make you upset?"
