Qiao Mo's cheeks flushed a bit more: "Sweet talker."
But no matter what, hearing his explanation lifted her mood significantly.
Fu Nancheng gently held her as he spoke again: "I need to find her, just to understand why she didn't come seven years ago. If she has been waiting for me, then it was me who broke the promise from before. I owe her an explanation, to clear things up."
"Really?" Qiao Mo retorted.
"Of course it's true… I don't even know what kind of spell you've put on me; I have no thoughts left for anyone else." He gently tapped her small nose.
"Hmph, good that you know." Qiao Mo snorted lightly, but the shadows in her heart had already dispersed.
...
A few days later, on Saturday evening.
This day marked the birthday banquet of the old master of the Fu family, which was Fu Nancheng's grandfather's birthday celebration.
What Qiao Mo did not expect was that the old master had actually sent her an invitation too.
