Without looking back, Ru Feng felt the gazes on her and hastily covered her head, running as fast as she could. She regretted getting off the car.
Though she had exited, she was far from Qiu’s mother’s house. She realized she had forgotten her money.
Without a phone or cash, she was glad to be wearing sneakers. She noted this debt against her second brother but just wanted to walk home without distractions.
Under a locust tree she often passed, someone was standing. Ru Feng paused and recognized Ning Yuan. Before she could think, her legs changed direction.
“Miss Qiu!” Ning Yuan called out, having seen her. Walking away would seem too deliberate, so Ru Feng lightly clenched her fists and approached. “Oh, it’s you. What a coincidence.”
“What a coincidence indeed!” His voice was low. He had lost weight, which was Ru Feng’s first impression. She shifted her gaze, “Is there something you want?” Ning Yuan remained silent, but Ru Feng could feel his gaze lingering on her.
“You and Ru Feng,” he finally spoke, sounding hesitant, “do you have any connection?”
“No!” Ru Feng answered quickly, which made her seem guilty; she inwardly cursed herself.
Another moment of silence passed, then Ning Yuan suddenly laughed lightly, “You look just like her.” Ru Feng’s heart trembled, and she almost instinctively lowered her head. Ning Yuan continued, “She wouldn’t lie; whenever she does, she looks guilty and can’t meet anyone’s gaze.” He sighed softly, “I don’t want to say anything else, but Situ Qi Feng’s eyes could never see any woman other than her. If you’re not her, you absolutely couldn’t stand by his side!”
By this point, he was practically certain. Ru Feng suddenly looked up, her heart a mix of grief and anger. Ning Yuan, by what right are you questioning me now? But the face before her struck the softest part of her heart. This was Ning Yuan, the brother she had loved for many years! She forced a smile, “I know Qi Feng loves his sister, but he also has romantic love. It’s not strange that I stand by his side.”
