Jiang Xingye remained sullen all the way back to the guesthouse. As soon as they stepped inside, he pressed Xu Qinghuan against the door. His dark eyes were heavy and filled with such pathetic, aggrieved longing that Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but find it amusing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up, saying, "Why are you angry at me? It wasn't me who provoked you. I was a victim too, you know. I love my fiancé so much, I wouldn't dream of giving him away to anyone."
The woman had clearly been out of her mind—the kind of unstable that made Xu Qinghuan feel an inescapable sense of disgust, as if she had swallowed a fly. Since they were strangers, she treated it like being barked at by a dog and had no intention of dwelling on it.
"I'm not angry at you," Jiang Xingye murmured, pressing his lips together. It was just that seeing Xu Qinghuan hesitate, even for a split second, had felt like a knife to his heart.
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