Jun Moyan reached out and embraced Wen Xiao'ai, who was clinging to him, though his movements were inexplicably stiff. Upon closer inspection, he seemed to be trembling slightly.
"Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao'ai buried her small face into his neck, rubbed it slightly, and spoke in a muffled voice, with a nasal tone hinting that she had been crying.
"...What's wrong?" he asked, his throat tightening.
"Just now, Brother Ye Qi and the Medicine King came together. Brother Ye Qi has changed a lot, looking very haggard. Although he kept smiling, I could tell he's actually sad and upset. He just doesn't want me to feel guilty..."
As Wen Xiao'ai spoke, tears welled up again.
Sniffing, she lifted her head from Jun Moyan's neck, looked at him, and in a commanding tone, said domineeringly, "You're not allowed to be jealous. It was because of you that I became this bad person and hurt him."
If it weren't for Jun Moyan, she thought she really would have married Ye Qi.
