Ye Jian: "..."
Xiao Chen turned his head with a sullen face, stared at Nan Qianyue, and asked in a muffled voice, "What is your relationship with Xie Yanzhou?"
Nan Qianyue's expression was strange. "So you snatched this sword from Xie Yanzhou? That doesn't make sense. He would never let anyone else take the sword. You must have fought!"
Thinking of this, Nan Qianyue began to worry, "You successfully stole the sword, so what about Xie Yanzhou...? Will he be injured?"
“He’s alive and well,” Xiao Chen said coldly.
Nan Qianyue angrily slammed her sword on the table, making a crisp sound. She frowned and couldn't help but accuse, "Xiao Chen, don't you think your behavior is a bit childish?"
Xiao Chen's hands, resting on his knees, tightened, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. He looked at Nan Qianyue's angry face without speaking, but his deep eyes grew increasingly red, and the corners of his eyes gradually shimmered, as if hot tears were about to fall.
Nan Qianyue blinked, a little bewildered, "You...I...what did I do to you? Why are your eyes red again?"
Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched slightly, and hot tears streamed down his cheeks. He choked out, "You scolded me because of him."
Ye Jian, standing on the balcony, picked at his ears. Was he hallucinating?
"You... why are you crying?" Nan Qianyue was flustered, raising her sleeve and hovering on the edge of wiping his tears.
"I didn't insult you. Saying you're childish is... it's complimenting you on being cute," Nanqianyue began to make up.
"Do you love me?"
"Huh?" Nan Qianyue was stunned.
Xiao Chen didn't give her time to react. He dragged her chair over, hugged her, and buried his head in her neck, breathing deeply.
"Nan Nan, quickly remember our past..."
The heat from the nape of her neck made Nan Qianyue shift uncomfortably. "You...you won't wipe your tears and snot on my clothes, will you?"
Ye Jian: "..." There are actually people who are even less romantic than him.
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