Jiang Yifan stubbornly believed that Ye Xinyan was only hung up on past issues; she probably hadn't realized herself how differently she treated him from other men.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have ridden on the same horse with him years ago, without asking about the place or the reason, going to the deserted wilderness to clear her mind. She probably hadn't thought much about why she trusted him so much.
As Jiang Yifan reminisced about that day's events, he blissfully planned that after he and Ah Yan got married, he could play the flute in harmony with Ah Yan, making her beautiful singing even more exquisite and pleasant to hear.
Ye Xinyan watched the suddenly foolish-looking Jiang Yifan beside her, somewhat puzzled. What's going on here? Wasn't this guy always so snobbish? Even if he had taken great care around her before, he was always so composed and smug, nothing like his current state.
