Bo Yan was about to continue walking forward when Yuran, in her panic, reached out and grabbed his wrist, then remembered Bo Yan disliked physical contact and suddenly let go.
The movement was quick and occurred just twice.
Bo Yan turned slightly to look at her, "What's wrong?"
Yuran's eyes were clear and innocent. She really didn't delve deep into his words and was simply filled with confusion.
"Brother Qi, what did you mean by your words just now? I... I can't figure it out. Could you, could you tell me?"
Her tone carried a slight probing, mentally prepared that if Bo Yan was unwilling to speak, she could immediately pretend she hadn't heard anything.
Bo Yan was suddenly at a loss for words. The fierce affection this young girl had for him seemed to have completely vanished with that fall.
Towards him, there was no trace of the deep feelings she had before.
