Bai Yan and An Xiaowan tacitly avoided mentioning the incident earlier.
"Brother Yan, there's really nothing between him and me, you have to believe me..."
As they walked together, An Xiaowan suddenly spoke up, her voice soft and clear, her charming face imbued with a hint of hope, much like a pitiful little kitten wishing for her master's understanding.
An Xiaowan was afraid that Bai Yan might misunderstand; she had only just regained this man's affection, and she didn't want to lose the cherished tenderness and love because of an unrelated person.
"Of course not."
Bai Yan touched An Xiaowan's head with a bright smile.
The early morning campus was sparsely populated with students, yet the sight of the two walking together still elicited many whispers and pointed fingers.
That's Goddess An!
Who's that guy with her?
Their good looks together seemed a match made in heaven, drawing the gazes of passing students.
