That one line from Ye Lan'er sounded far too familiar, and every eye in the hall turned to Jiang Wang.
Even Huang Sheli, who was walking back, gave Jiang Wang a deeply meaningful look—well, well, Jiang Wang, you hid it from me so thoroughly. Putting on an honest face before me every day, playing the dullard, pretending not to understand romance—so you were one of our kind all along!
Zhuo Qingru's gaze flickered even more, as though she had thought of something.
The crowd's looks were truly complicated. It was hard to imagine what rumors would spread after today. At last, Jiang Wang turned his head. "Miss Ye, I don't think we're that familiar. We've only met three times in all."
Ye Lan'er looked at him with sorrowful resentment and said softly, "My first meeting with Young Master Jiang was at River Viewing Terrace. You were like the rising sun hanging across the sky, while I gazed up at you in infatuation from below the terrace.
"Our second meeting was on the eve of the Mountain and Sea Realm's opening in Chu. A few friends gathered together, and we spoke most happily.
"Our third meeting was when the Mountain and Sea Realm closed. Young Master Jiang returned in great triumph, and I held a banquet to welcome you and wash away your dust. After the feast, we were alone, and you even praised my beauty as the finest you had ever seen in your life.
"Our fourth meeting, I made a special trip to Southern Xia to find you..."
She counted off their meetings one by one, but stopped abruptly there, chiding him, "You fickle-hearted lord, how can you say we only met three times?"
Love at first sight, familiarity upon the second meeting, feelings left behind at the third,