Just like this, she shouldered all responsibilities for him silently. He did not have a heart of stone and naturally would feel moved. Chu Jingnan looked at the frail young girl before him, her slender waist which could be gripped with just an arm, standing there quietly with a kind of shattered pride, a frail strength. His heart couldn't help but throb violently.
Wen Xinya secretly praised Xia Ruya's wits. No matter how disadvantaged, she could always deal with it in the way that benefited herself the most. She made use of Xia Ruya to expose the truth—with Chu Jingnan's intellect, he would definitely be able to guess what had happened. Then, she pretended to be fearless, helping Chu Jingnan shoulder all responsibilities—how could Chu Jingnan be unmoved.