He sighed and turned to Lin Xilu, "Thank you for taking care of Siqing during this time."
Lin Xilu turned around and looked at An Siqing, who was sitting quietly beside Minzhi, head bowed, and shook his head, "I willingly took care of her."
An Ziqi's expression changed slightly. Willingly?
Was Lin Xilu's caring for An Siqing, not out of duty but willingly, a sign that he was beginning to have feelings for Siqing?
"Lin Xilu, you..."
Seemingly knowing what she was about to say, Lin Xilu gave a bitter smile, "An'an, I don't know."
It wasn't duty, it wasn't sympathy; he felt hurt for her, saddened for her, wanted to see her smile, even he himself didn't know what his feelings for An Siqing really were?
An Ziqi sighed inwardly. Their past was ultimately an obstacle in his heart, but feelings couldn't be rushed. Eventually, he would understand his own heart.
Meanwhile, the two were talking.
