"So..." Jie Jingchen gazed at Qin Mei, a complex mix of emotions flickering in his eyes before they gradually settled into a calm, gentle smile that touched the corners of his lips.
'Jie Jingchen was incredibly glad he had been rational and hadn't let his father's influence get to him. He hadn't questioned her indiscriminately. Before her amnesia, her character had been terrible. But after, she was truly wonderful—so wonderful that he couldn't help but fall for her.'
"So, what?" Qin Mei raised her hand and poked Jie Jingchen's chest with her index finger.
She wasn't one to press her advantage when she was in the right. Since Jie Jingchen hadn't even questioned her, the misunderstanding was resolved with a tacit understanding between them.
"Nothing." The smile on Jie Jingchen's face deepened. He took Qin Mei's small hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and then placed it over his heart, letting her feel its strong, steady beat.
