Ren Chuqing's face suddenly flushed red. He couldn't be referring to her promise to "embrace" him, could he!
"I... I understand." She should be grateful that it was night and that others couldn't see her blushing.
After speaking, Ren Chuqing took Han Chuyuan's hand and hurried towards the campfire.
Wen Muqing sat in his chair, propping his chin with one hand, watching the figure dancing beside the campfire with Han Chuyuan.
Her movements were somewhat clumsy, with no real foundation in dance, and her posture was far from graceful, but the firelight illuminated her cheeks, revealing a happiness on her face that he had never seen before.
Dancing with Han Chuyuan made her that happy?
Wen Muqing watched Ren Chuqing's smiling face with a trance-like focus, feeling as if something were gnawing at his chest, causing a kind of persistent ache.
Was it jealousy?
He thought he could control his jealousy, but it seemed to be quite difficult after all.
