Although there was a hint of resentment and sorrow in her heart, Xiao Ning'er was not someone who would easily give up.
Even if Nie Li's affections lay elsewhere, she would quietly remain by his side, waiting for the day he would notice her.
To her surprise, Nie Li had somehow managed to stay in the residence of Ye Ziyun.
Did Ye Ziyun's father, the City Lord, not stop him? Xiao Ning'er just couldn't understand.
Feeling the melancholy in Xiao Ning'er's eyes, Nie Li scratched his head awkwardly.
He was aware of Xiao Ning'er’s feelings, and it was never easy to bear the favor of a beauty.
After all, he and Ye Ziyun shared ties from two lifetimes, a bond that was life and death intertwined—a connection that was beyond Xiao Ning’er’s current understanding.
“Hey, Ning'er, is there something you need?” Nie Li asked with a smile.
“I just made some osmanthus cakes and wanted to bring them to you,” Xiao Ning'er said softly, her demeanor charming and delicate.
Usually, in front of others, she put on an icy mask, appearing distant, but in front of Nie Li, her gentleness showed itself.
For any boy, seeing Xiao Ning'er like this would be hard to resist.