Wu Sansheng sat on a stone not far away, with Panzi looking calm by his side, and two men behind them sighing heavily—the only crew members remaining from this expedition.
His gaze swept past Zhang Qiling and landed on Wu Xie, who was sitting blankly and staring at Aning's hair ribbon. Wu Sansheng could see it clearly: whether because of Qiudekao's death or not, Aning had completely broken free of all constraints and unleashed her true nature.
Aning, who used to do things by the book and follow the rules, now possessed a wild abandon. That carefree temperament had completely infatuated several of the men here. He knew his own nephew inside and out; when had Wu Xie ever seen an Aning so spontaneous and uninhibited? Of course he was going to fall head over heels for her.
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