"Yan Huan..." Ji Chuan had never seen Yan Huan with such a frustrated and helpless expression.
It was as if the sunlight was overshadowed by clouds, losing its vibrant spark.
He wanted to say something to Yan Huan, but she raised her hand to stop him.
"Sorry!" Yan Huan sighed deeply, expelling the stale breath that had built up in her chest. "I said a bit too much... It's all in the past. I just mentioned it casually, don't take it to heart."
"If possible, I hope to understand a bit more..."
Ji Chuan looked at her.
Yan Huan smiled brightly, her expression suddenly becoming radiant: "Are you sure? It's the first time I've heard someone wanting to listen to their rival's love story."
"Know thyself, know thy enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat!" Ji Chuan said seriously.
The two talked as they walked, unknowingly arriving at the village entrance.
