Ou Lan wiped her tears on Zhan Moxiao's lapel, clinging to his chest as she continued, "You once said you didn't like me getting too close to him because you felt he had improper thoughts about me. Later, I found out that he indeed felt the way you said. He told me he liked me, so I could distance myself from him, but that doesn't mean I don't care about him. I hope for his safety and happiness, but now he is missing."
Zhan Moxiao gently stroked her hair and asked, "Why do you worry so much about him? Is he really that good?"
"Don't ask me why, I really don't know why. I just instinctively feel sorry for him and care about him. In short, you don't like me associating with him, so I can refrain from seeing him, but I must ensure he is safe first."
