Although Xue Jingchuan had only met Jiayi once or twice, subconsciously, he treated her as if she were a sister, always unable to help but care for her.
Perhaps it was in the hunting grounds of Huanglong Mountain, seeing this girl helpless, panicked, and at a loss, like a small animal that couldn't find its home, that stirred pity in his heart.
Occasionally, he even felt some regret.
Maybe, he should have brought her back before Huo Zhenyang did.
Because that domineering and autocratic man, Huo Zhenyang, was far too difficult to get along with.
Facing Xue Jingchuan's gentle and kind gaze, Jiayi didn't hide her feelings and, after a long silence, finally said softly:
"His fiancée is back, she settled into Phoenix Villa last night. His fiancée wants to reconcile with him. And, it seems he still has feelings for Miss Mu."
She finally poured out what was on her mind.
Although her tone was light, a careful listener could sense an indescribable sense of loss.
