Perhaps before, she thought of Luo Yan as a family member, even as a lover. But being with Xiao Zimo, An Ning realized that her feelings for Luo Yan were all familial.
And not romantic.
But Xiao Zimo...
Even though she had only spent a few days with him.
She liked him.
It was that kind of romantic attraction a woman has for a man...
Just like last night, she was, more or less, half-pushing him away...
But ultimately willing.
Luo Yan let out a bitter laugh, the emotions inside him becoming even more complex and indescribable...
Meanwhile, Xiao Zimo was having a gathering; Xiao Zimo was already devastatingly handsome, the kind with a roguish, wicked charm. However, the person sitting across from him could be described as a deity.
Their clothes fluttered ethereally, spotless, with a face so exquisitely beautiful it defied description, exuding an aura of nobility.
Like an otherworldly immortal.
