People were just like that. When a truth came from someone else's mouth, they might still doubt it, but if they deduced the very same thing themselves, they would believe it without question. Even if they were wrong, they might stubbornly cling to it all the same.
At this moment, because of the possibility Xiao Yan had inferred, he no longer felt even the slightest pity for the woman opposite him. Instead, shock and anger warred within him.
His anger was not entirely because Nalan Yanran looked down on him. More of it came from the fact that he knew if Nalan Yanran really came to the Xiao Family with the weight of the Misty Cloud Sect behind her to Annul the Engagement, then the Xiao Family's dignity would be utterly gone!
If that happened, the one who became a laughingstock in the future would not be Xiao Yan alone. The entire Xiao Family would also be reduced to a joke, and his father, as the head of the clan, would have to endure all the vicious words he himself had suffered over the past three years...
Under Xun'er's intentional or unintentional guidance, Xiao Yan had already formed a preconceived belief about the visitors' intentions. His former calm was gone. He drew a soft breath, and the hand hidden within his sleeve clenched tightly as the thirst for strength in his heart climbed once more:
If my talent had never disappeared...
Xiao Yan's nails nearly dug into his palm, but at that moment, a delicate little hand quietly slipped through his sleeve and gently pressed against his clenched fist. Xun'er said softly:
"Brother Xiao Yan, if she truly acts like this, then it will only be her loss. Xun'er believes that in the future, she will regret her short-sightedness today!"