Surprised, Pan Meijia inadvertently dropped the bamboo water bottle she was holding. Just in the nick of time, Ling Yun, who stood beside her, swiftly caught the falling bottle.
"Why are you so careless?" He asked, concern flashed in his eyes.
Before Ling Yun could return the water bottle to Pan Meijia, he watched in surprise as she walked quickly toward a man wearing a military coat. An inexplicable sense of crisis hit him. Watching her talk with the man, his hand holding the water bottle instinctively tightened.
For the first time, he saw a smile he had never seen before on her face, and this smile was not directed at him. Her normally polite demeanor now carried affection toward that man that made him feel sour, bitter, and irritated.
Unaware of the turmoil brewing in Ling Yun's heart, Pan Meijia looked at Xiao Yiguan with bright eyes and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Yiguan, why are you here?"
