Having been reborn, she doesn't necessarily have to sever ties with He Mingxiao.

Perhaps a different way of getting along would be better.

The two held hands and looked at the stars. Nan Xian waited for a long time but saw that he did not make any further move, which puzzled her.

In the movie, shouldn't the next step for the male and female leads be kissing?

However, she quickly realized that He Mingxiao was a "newbie" who had never been in a serious relationship, and she felt relieved.

Since he doesn't understand, then let him take the initiative!

Her eyes darted around, and she exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

"What's wrong?" He Mingxiao turned around quickly.

She pretended to rub her eyes, "I think I got sand in my eyes, can you blow it out for me?"

He Mingxiao, unsuspecting, asked, "Which one? Don't move, I'll help you—"

Nan Xian smiled slyly, then suddenly leaned forward, pouting slightly—

He Mingxiao suddenly retreated, his movements even appearing somewhat disheveled.

Nan Xian blinked, her smile freezing on her face.

"He Mingxiao, why are you hiding?"

A look of panic flashed across his face, and he guiltily looked away. "Sorry, I was startled."

Nan Xian frowned and stared at him, the smile on her lips quickly fading.

He is lying.

"What do you mean?" She stood up and moved closer. "You're very resistant to kissing me?"

He Mingxiao's heart skipped a beat. "No, I just... can't."

"Can't?" Nan Xian snorted coldly, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "What, would it kill you to kiss me?"

"No..." He squeezed his eyes shut.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind: as a child, he couldn't handle the cursed energy within him, and he turned into a cat in front of his friends, their terrified and disgusted looks and screams...

He wanted to tell Nan Xian everything, but a sudden surge of inferiority and fear welled up inside him, like a wad of cotton soaked in bitter water stuck in his throat, making him afraid to speak.

He clenched his fists, lowered his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"......sorry."

Nan Xian stood in front of him, looking at him quietly. Her gaze shifted from anger to disappointment, and finally returned to calm.

She took off the flower wreath, threw herself into his arms, and silently turned and left.