Nan Fenglan did not know why Xiang Yang had suddenly become so intimate, but it did nothing to hinder the joy and sweetness rising in her heart.
She suddenly became much livelier. Throughout the breakfast, her clear, silver-bell laughter never ceased. It was a time of wholehearted happiness she had not experienced in a long while.
Only after Nan Fenglan's enchanting figure vanished into the crowd did Xiang Yang let out a sigh. His resolute face clouded and shifted uncertainly, as though he were wrestling with something. In the end, however, it hardened into determination and coldness. Gazing in the direction she had disappeared, he murmured softly,
"I'm letting you off this time. I hope you won't betray me."
After many days of contact and understanding, Xiang Yang could see that Nan Fenglan seemed to like him somewhat. Yet was that affection pure and genuine, or was it a false lie?
Even if it was genuine, how deep could that affection truly be? Could it be deep enough for her to deceive the Divine Constable Gate?
If she had been a young girl whose heart was just beginning to stir, Xiang Yang would not have harbored such doubts, for such girls often regarded love as something of utmost importance. Perhaps he would still have been suspicious, but not with such profound unease.
But Nan Fenglan was not a young girl. She was an old hand in matters of romance. Even she herself likely could not count the men she had been involved with. Her casual attitude toward affection and indulgence of the flesh were truly contemptible.
Would someone like her so easily fall hopelessly in love with him? Was that possible? Xiang Yang deeply doubted it.
Of course, past depravity did not define everything. Nan Xiaoru was someone who had