Zhou Xingyun hurriedly said: "Zixian, you misunderstood. I didn't!"

"Zhou Xingyun, I'm just a reckless man, I don't know the twists and turns in the hearts of your sons in the capital, but I am also a person, and my feelings should not be humiliated!" Su Zixian was so angry that tears rolled in her eyes.

Zhou Xingyun secretly scolded himself for making a big mistake, and he couldn't help but kiss it just now, he didn't care whose face she was on. However, she knew that he used to like the silver-faced Xiaoqingqing in his heart, so when she realized that she was now Yan Qingrui's appearance, she thought that he regarded her as a stand-in for the silver-faced Xiaoqingqing.

So, she felt insulted.

But he really didn't.

He said eagerly, helplessly: "Zixian, you listen to me." In my eyes, you are you, and I don't think of you as anyone. Although you are Yan Qingrui now, I know in my heart that you are not her. I'm really...... How could I possibly take you for her......? I used to be very confused about feelings, thinking that I liked her, but later I realized that it wasn't like, for you...... I like it!"

His anxious appearance at a loss, eager to explain but incoherent, made Su Zixian's angry mood slowly calm down.

Except for the first time I saw him, he fell out of love because of his lovelorn, and every time I saw him later, he was calm and chic, free and easy, she knew that that was what he usually looked like.

I've never been so helpless and anxious to speak incoherently like now. The anxiety and nervousness in his eyes were so obvious that they soothed the anger in Su Zixian's heart.

Su Zixian looked at the red mark on his face, and he didn't think much about it when he was angry just now, that slap was a little heavy. Her heart was a little confused, she didn't know what to think, and she didn't know whether to believe Zhou Xingyun's words or not.

She couldn't sort through her jumbled thoughts.

She admitted that she didn't have a good impression of Zhou Xingyun, but she always knew that the person in Zhou Xingyun's heart was not her, she didn't want to beg for anything, and she didn't want to force anything, and it was not bad to be friends with him.

If she didn't look like Yan Qingrui at this moment, Zhou Xingyun would be very happy if she said this, but she wasn't.

She couldn't be sure that Zhou Xingyun couldn't help but because she saw this face. Or is it really just because he is different for her as well.

Her heart was in turmoil, she didn't know that there were things in this world that would make her so difficult to judge.

She has always thought that everything in the world is very simple, happy and hateful, and does not drag mud and water.

She has always felt that there are only two things she has to do, to find her father, uncle and relatives and avenge them.

However, that moonlit night, he saved her, and then, something quietly changed.

Just like now, her heart is no longer so simple to take revenge and find relatives. She seemed to have expectations, hopes, but she silently suppressed those feelings, because she knew that those expectations, those hopes, were too unreal.

However, at this moment, Zhou Xingyun is telling her with practical actions that those expectations and hopes seem to be closer to her!

When she was holding up one of the faces of his original sweetheart.

How can she tell the difference between the real and the fake?

She used to be a simple and crisp person, and her world was only black and white, only revenge and family searching. But suddenly, there was more colorful, and she couldn't help but be a little timid that she didn't dare to taste.