The confrontation between a Time Traveler and a mere mortal.
She lost.
No matter how cautious she was, it couldn't stand up to the close attention from the one beside her in bed. Rather than admitting defeat to Qin Guanglin, it was more like she had lost to her feelings.
He Fang's thoughts drifted far away with the clouds outside the window, silently pondering over all that had happened since her return.
If their roles were reversed, she should have been able to sense any odd behavior from Qin Guanglin and consequently jump to all sorts of conclusions.
What then?
They would have to face it eventually. She understood Qin Guanglin well enough to know he was just biding his time, opting not to speak until he had sorted out his thoughts—or more precisely, gathered enough evidence. When he was ready, he would surely confront her.
Exactly which part had given her away, she wasn't certain yet. Could she have mumbled something in her sleep?
