Yan Xinxin forcefully pulled away from Xiao Yiran's grasp, her steps unsteady as she stumbled back against the wall.
Xiao Yiran reached out, trying to steady her, but Yan Xinxin dodged him.
"Honestly, I feel bad for you. You're so beautiful and talented, but following that Crown Prince? Such a waste."
Xiao Yiran withdrew his hand, his words carrying a hidden meaning.
"With Mo Chuxi, you'll always be nothing more than his secret lover. But if you're with me, I'll make sure the world knows who you really are."
"…Are you insane?"
Yan Xinxin felt she couldn't comprehend this man's thought process.
Xiao Yiran laughed at her words, taking a few steps forward until he stood before Yan Xinxin again.
"I think starting today, I might actually develop an illness."
He lowered his voice.
"Lovesickness."
"..."
"Yan Xinxin, I've fallen for you at first sight."
"You… lunatic!"
Yan Xinxin shot Xiao Yiran a furious glare and decisively turned away.
