With a relieved smile on his face, Mao Gang looked at Jiang Xile very seriously and said:

"I'm sorry for troubling you. I won't do it again. I wish you happiness, even though this happiness isn't given by me, I still wish you happiness!"

"Thanks!"

Mao Gang's steps were somewhat unsteady as he left. Jiang Xile withdrew her gaze and focused on the river not far away.

At this moment, Xiao Chengyi also emerged from the woods.

A bunch of wildflowers was handed to Jiang Xile.

Turning her head, Jiang Xile looked at the person who had come in, puzzled.

What are you doing?

"I saw some on the way and thought you'd like them, so I picked some. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

Taking the wildflowers from Xiao Chengyi's hand, Jiang Xile lowered her head and took a light sniff. Although they weren't rare or expensive flowers, they still had a unique charm.

"Thank you, I really like it!"

"I'm glad you like it. I noticed you were frowning earlier, is something bothering you?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xile took another serious look at the man beside her. Their first meeting was on the train.

Perhaps because of his injury, the man didn't say much, and his expression was unusually serious, making him seem rather aloof.

The second time we met was on a village path, when the man came out for a walk, leaning on his cane.

Perhaps they didn't want to be disturbed or watched by the villagers, so they went to a secluded path. They recognized each other.

The third encounter was also by chance. The two gradually became familiar with each other and had many topics to talk about.

Jiang Xile had always naively thought that the other party only regarded her as a friend she could talk to, but she never expected that she would discover the burning passion hidden in the other party's eyes at this moment.

Having just seen Mao Gang off, Jiang Xile was now in real trouble because Xiao Chengyi had arrived.