"Yes, you are just that despicable," Jian Xi nodded.
The burn on Ailin's face stung fiercely, she had actually been called "cheap"!
"Jian Xi, you can't treat me like this," Ailin said, clutching her chest in distress, actually trying to calm her own unease, "Your love with Nan Mufeng can't afford any grain of sand, you are about to get married, there can't be any blemish, and I understand all that. But how can you do this to me?"
"Then tell me, how should I treat you?" Jian Xi asked.
"I won't pursue it," Ailin took a deep breath, her demeanor full of righteousness, "That night was just a misunderstanding due to Nan Mufeng's drunkenness, let bygones be bygones!"
"Huh..." Jian Xi laughed, yet the laughter didn't reach her eyes, "Ailin, you're so noble, should I give you a Saint Award?"
Ailin was speechless as she looked at Jian Xi, now starting to feel that Jian Xi might not be joking, trying to find a balance point to save her own love.
