"Very well..."
Nan Mo nodded, a flicker of sinister killing intent flashing in his eyes.
...
In the evening, Xia Xiaonuan and Qi Yue were nestled together on the small bed.
Qi Yue played with her phone while speaking gossip, "Xiaonuan, do you think Nangong Zhongli and Shaochen will still be together?"
Xia Xiaonuan, lying on the bed in a daze, was startled by the sound.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Nangong Zhongli clearly knows that Shaochen doesn't like her, but Jiang Xue. However, she hides it from him, making us keep it a secret too. You don't know how guilty I feel every time I look at Shaochen!"
Xia Xiaonuan showed a bitter smile.
"Yes... but they used to be lovers. Maybe, making Shaochen forget that part is not necessarily a bad thing for him."
"But isn't that deceit?" Qi Yue said, puzzled, "All of us helping him like this is a form of deception. If one day Shaochen recalls the past, will he blame us?"
Xia Xiaonuan sighed softly.
Silence suddenly fell.
