The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories-Chapter 880 - 900: Xia Xiaonuan, Who Do You Really Choose? (2)

Even though... she never thought of telling Situ Yan about this and hoped never to meet again. However, it doesn’t mean she hopes Situ Yan really dies!

Looking at Nangong Yaoling’s cold face and Qin Yi’s murderous expression.

Qi Yue’s lowered hand suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

No... the Crown Prince just said, if... so, the Young Master still doesn’t know that Xiaonuan was coerced by Situ Yan! So, he only knows Xiaonuan is leaving and doesn’t know why Xiaonuan is leaving or why she got involved with Situ Yan.

Originally, she planned to tell the Crown Prince everything. But now... what should she do?

So conflicted...

Qi Yue was extremely nervous, and Nangong Feihong seemed to feel something, and couldn’t help but look down at Qi Yue: "What’s wrong with you? Why are your hands trembling?"

Qi Yue suddenly looked up and found that Nangong Feihong, Qin Yi, and even Nangong Yaoling were all looking at her.

Qi Yue hurriedly put down her clasped hands, looked at Nangong Yaoling’s complex gaze, and said with an awkward smile: "Ah... nothing..."

Nangong Yaoling slightly frowned.

At this moment, the elevator chimed: "Ding..."

Everyone snapped back to their senses.

Nangong Yaoling turned and walked out of the elevator.

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Airport hall.

The lazy sunlight spilled through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

The clean marble floor reflected the passengers hurrying by, the broadcast continually announcing flight information, and the suitcases dragging on the ground, making light and hollow sounds.

Situ Yan wore a smoke-gray coat with a hat, quietly standing next to Xia Xiaonuan while the bodyguards handled various formalities. Xia Xiaonuan stood there, dazedly watching the passing crowd.

Situ Yan suddenly reached out and lifted her chin.

Xia Xiaonuan came back to her senses and looked at Situ Yan curiously, her gaze seemed still a bit blank.

"Don’t think about anything else, anyone." Situ Yan stared into her big, clear eyes, frowning, a hint of slight anger in his eyes.

Knowing full well what was on her mind, so he felt very displeased.

With a warning in his eyes, he slightly tightened the grip on her jaw.

Xia Xiaonuan frowned, then murmured: "I wasn’t thinking of anything."

"That’s for the best." Situ Yan said, smiling at her. He suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Look over there..."

Xia Xiaonuan was startled, glanced at him, and followed his gaze. Not far away, there was a young couple; the girl carrying a pink backpack, and the boy had a pink suitcase beside him. They were embracing passionately, kissing deeply.

It was evidently a scene of reluctant separation.

Such scenes are very common in an airport hall that inherently represents separation.

However, being pointed out by Situ Yan, Xia Xiaonuan awkwardly looked away and found Situ Yan staring at her with a fiery gaze.

He reached out and cupped her face.

Xia Xiaonuan was startled and quickly stepped back.

A trace of blush immediately spread across her face.

"Pervert." She glared at him and spat out the words through her teeth.

Situ Yan burst into laughter.

He didn’t force it, he just stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders: "Alright... I’m not in a hurry, take your time..."

At this moment, not far away, Nangong Yaoling appeared in the airport hall in a black suit, wearing sunglasses.

In the bustling crowd, his deep and sharp gaze scanned the area, and soon, he fixed on a certain point.