Wen Qiao looked at her meaningfully, silent for a few seconds before suddenly asking, "Do you like Fu Jinghen?"
"What are you talking about? How could I possibly like Brother Jinghen?"
Lin Ruochun raised her head somewhat frantically, her small face, pallid from falling into the water, now flushed a deep red.
Wen Qiao observed her with a scrutinizing, half-smiling gaze, "Really? Since you don't like Fu Jinghen, why then do you hate me because of him?"
"I just simply can't stand the things you do, don't overthink it!"
Although Lin Ruochun's explanation lacked persuasiveness, the sincerity and openness in her eyes were undeniable. Wen Qiao hadn't expected her dislike for him to stem from such a simple reason.
She thought about the original content of the story; Lin Ruochun wasn't an important character, only appearing occasionally, and Fu Jinghen wasn't the male lead either. His storyline wasn't very detailed.
