"Brother Crown Prince," Zheng Nianru lifted her head, feeling both enchanted and intoxicated by this sensation. Just a moment ago, she had been resenting his absence, and the next, he was right before her, indifferent to whether she wanted his company or not, as if everything in her view was merely a figment of her unwilling imagination.
The boiling rage inside Zheng Congyuan vanished instantly. Indeed, what did she really know? How could she possibly have met that Wen Zan? Upon investigation, the sordid intentions would be clear, and Nian Ru was innocent.
"Are you happy today?" Zheng Congyuan resumed his usual composed and graceful demeanor, ethereal like the faintest mountain shadow in an ink painting, and as refreshing as orchids after a rain in the mountains. At first glance, one could not help but become immersed in his presence, gradually warming up to his gentleness.
