She reached out and shook his arm. "I just wanted to ask for Xi'er. I think he seems a bit obsessed with her. He was just pestering me, asking for Xi'er's contact information for all sorts of reasons."

Shen Xingmian's expression softened slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, she said seriously:

"Since I've known him, I've never seen him fall in love with anyone. He's pretty much the same as me when it comes to relationships."

Nanzhi laughed: "How do you mean 'similar to you'?"

Shen Xingmian stroked her hair, "He seems unreliable, but he has never had a girlfriend. There's nothing wrong with him."

Nanzhi looked up, her mind blank, and blurted out:

"Have you never been in a relationship before?"

Shen Xingmian paused, looked down at her, and smiled, "You are the first, and the last."

For some reason, upon hearing this, Nanzhi felt no joy, but rather a sense of loss.

Who is Mu Xiyue?

She never had the courage to ask.

Shen Xingmian noticed the change in her emotions and frowned as she asked:

"What's wrong?"

Nan Zhi calmed herself down for a moment, then smiled and said:

"It's nothing, I was just wondering if Xi'er might also have feelings for Song Yiming."

Shen Xingmian flicked her forehead. "We shouldn't interfere in other people's relationships. Only the person experiencing it knows whether it's hot or cold."

Nan Zhi buried her head in Shen Xingmian's arms and said in a muffled voice:

"Yes, it's like drinking water; only the person drinking knows whether it's hot or cold."

She was so afraid to ask that question about Mu Xiyue that she didn't dare to say a single word, even though the girl might have already passed away.

But why doesn't Shen Xingmian tell the truth?

Shen Xingmian, do you know that if this continues, I will also be sad?