"Tell me—what's going on with that woman by your side?"
The two held hands and sat down on a grass-lush slope, pressed tightly against each other, softly breathing in each other's scent. Their clasped fingers still had not separated.
Yet the warm, enchanting atmosphere had not lasted long before Ning Ke's sudden question threw it into disarray.
Xiang Yang forced out an awkward laugh, his gaze drifting uncertainly. He instinctively wanted to pull his hand free and explain, only for it to be gripped by a tremendous force capable of crushing steel. He could not move. He instinctively wanted to use his true qi, but feared hurting Ning Ke, so he could only give up.
"Ahem, what do you mean, what's going on? She's a capable assistant I recruited at First Line of Heaven. She once worked in the dark division for a time and is very capable. Mm, her name is Nan Fenglan. Don't overthink it."
Xiang Yang felt both wronged and guilty, muttering inwardly. Logically speaking, Nan Fenglan and Ning Ke had only met for the first time, and had not even exchanged a word. How had she seen through things so clearly?
The grievance was that Xiang Yang had never done anything to betray Ning Ke. He had even tactfully rejected Nan Fenglan. Naturally, being suspected by the woman he loved made him feel wronged.
As for the guilt, Xiang Yang knew he had been far too lenient—perhaps even indulgent—with Nan Fenglan. Even knowing that she harbored unusual feelings for him, he still did not want to drive her away.
"Hmph, don't overthink it? Do you think I'm blind? The way she looked at me, she practically wanted to tear me into a thousand pieces on the spot. You say there's nothing between you two? I wouldn't